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SEP  21  193* 


NEW  SELESJ^Sipa,  grt?<*> 


OF 


HYMNS, 


COLLECTED    FROM    VARIOUS    AUTHORS, 


BY  WILLIAM  HUNT. 


Designed  for  the  improvement,    and  adapted  to  the  condii* 
tion  of  every  character  and  circumstance  in  life. 


And  the  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say  come  ;  and  let  him  that  hear- 

h,  say  come  ;  and  let  him  that  is   athirst  come  :    And  whoever 

im  take  the  water  oj  life  freely.     Rev.  xxii.  17. 


BOSTON  : 

PRINTED  FOR   THE  COM^LER, 

1815. 


A 

NEW  SELECTION  OF 

HYMNS. 


A  MORNING  HYMN. 

BY  BISHOP  KEN. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun, 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise, 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

Redeem  thy  mispent  time  that's  past ; 
Live  this  day  as  it  were  thy  last ; 
To  improve  thy  talents,  take  due  eare, 
'Gainst  the  great  day  thyself  prepare. 

Let  all  thy  converse  be  sincere  ; 
Thy  conscience,  as  the  noon-day,  clear  ; 
Think  how  the  all-seeing  God,  thy  ways, 
And  all  thy  secret  thoughts  surveys. 

"Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part  ; 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing, 
Glory  to  the  eternal  king. 

I  wake,  I  wake,  ye  heavenly  choir, 
May  your  devotion  me  inspire  ; 
That  1.  like  you,  my  age  may  spend  ; 
Like  you,  may  on  my  liod  attend. 
A  2 


4 

May  J,  like  you,  in  God  delight, 
Have  ail  day  long  my  God  in  sight  ; 
Perform, "like  you,  my  Maker's  will 

0  !  may  I  never  more  do  ill. 

Glory  to  thee,  who  safe  hast  kept. 
And  hast  refresh'd  me  while  I  slept  : 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 

1  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew  : 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew  ; 
Guard  my  first  spring  of  thoughts  and  willy 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say  ; 
That  all  my  pow'rs,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

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Christ's  Sufferings. 
THRO'OUT  our  Saviour's  life  we  trace- 
Nothing  but  shame  and  deep  disgrace 

No  perod  else  was  seen, 
JTill  he  a  spotless  \ietim  fell, 
Tasting  in  soul  a  painful  hell, 

Caus'd  by  the  creature  sin. 

On  the  cold  ground  methinks  I  see 
My  Jesus  kneel  and  pray  for  me 

For  this  Fil  him  adore: 
Seiz'd  with  a  chilly  sweat  thro'out, 
Blood  drops  did  force  their  passage 

Through  ev'ry  opening  pore. 


A  crown  of  thorns  his  temples  h> m  . 
)iis  back  with  I ashes  all  was  tore, 

'Till  one  the  hones  might  see  ! 
Mocking  they  push'd  him  here  aud  there, 
Marking;  his  way  with  tears, 

Pross'd  by  sin's  heavy  tree. 
Thus  up  the  hill  he  heavy  came, 
Round  him  they  mock'd  and  m&de  their  game 

At  length  his  cross  they  rear  ! 
And  can  yon  see  the  mighty  God 
Gry  out  beneath  sii/s  heavy  load 

Without  one  thankful  tear  ? 

Thus  veiled  in  human;' 
He  dies  with  anguish  on  the  tree  ! 
What  tongue  his  grief  can  teli  ? 
The  shudd'nng  rocks  their  heads  decline, 
mourning  sun  rei'us'd  to  shine, 
When  the  Redeemer  fell. 

en,  shout  with  songs  divine, 

drank  the  gall  to  give  us  wine 

To  quench  our  parting  thirst  5 

Seraphs  advance  your  voices  higher, 

Bride  of  the  Lamb,  unite  the   choir, 

To  praise  your  precious  Christ, 

To  be  sung  before  going  into  public  wor 
THE  Saviour  meets  his  floek  to-day, 

hall  I,  in  sloth,  abide  at  home  ? 
Shall  I  behind  the  people  stay, 

When  Jesus  calls,  there  still  is  room  ; 
I'll  go  it  is  a  plaee  of  prayer, 
Who  knows  but  God  may  meet  me  there  ? 
A  3 


To  day  Immanuel  feeds  his  saints, 

And  here  the  Christians  find  their  King  5 

They  all  lay  open  their  complaints. 

And  here  the  Saviour's  praise  they  sing  ; 

Into  their  number  I'll  presume, 

Since  Jesus  kindly  bids  me  come. 

How  long  did  faithful  Anna  wait, 

And  sought  the  Lord  full  four  score  years, 

Both  day  and  night,  the  temple  gate 
She  watch'd  with  many  sighs  and  tears,, 

And  scarcely  left  the  house  of  prayer 

Till  God  vouch'dsafe  to  meet  her  there, 

Dear  Saviour,  then  permit  me  power, 
And  like  the  saints  I'll  watch  for  thee> 

Content  till  the  appointed  hour, 

When  thou  shalt  be  reveal'd  in  me  ; 

Daily  my  soul  within  thy  gate, 

•Shall  for  thy  gracious  presence  wait. 

Remove  temptation,  O  my  Lord, 

And  let  my  enemies  be  slain, 
"Who  would  withdraw  me  from  thy  word, 

And  plunge  me  in  the  world  again  5 
And  when  the  bridegroom  shall  appear, 
O  !  may  my  soui  be  found  in  prayer. 


On  the  swiftness  of  time. 

MY  days,  my  weeks,  my  months  my  yeais? 
Fly  rapid,  like  the  whirling  spheres. 
Around  the  gteadv  pole  : 


Time,  like  a  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
Till  I  shall  launch  those  boundless  deep?, 
Where  endless  ages  roll. 


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The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen  ; 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between, 

And  whisper  as  they  fly. 
Unthinking  man  !  remember  this, 
Thou,  'midst  thy  sublunary  bliss. 

Must  groan,  and  gasp,  and  die  ! 

,My  soul  attend  the  solemn  call  : 
Thiue  earthly  tent  must  quickly  lull, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight 
Beyond  the  vast  extensive  blue, 
To  love  and  sing  as  angels  do, 

Or  sink  in  endless  night, 

Eternal  bliss,  eternal  woe 

Hangs  on  this  inch  of  time  below? 

On  this  precarious  breath, 
The  God  of  nature  only  knows 
"Whether  another  year  shall  close 

Ere  1  expire  in  death. 

Long  ere  the  sun  shall  run  its  round, 
I  may  be  bury'd  under  ground, 

And  there  in  silence  rot  : 
Alas  !  one  hour  may  close  the  scene. 
And  ere  twelve  mouths  may  roll  between 

My  name  be  quite  forgot. 

P»»t  shall  my  soul  be  then  extinct, 
Or  cease  to  live,  or  cease  to  think  ? 
It  cannot,  cannot  bo  ; 

A  4 


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Thou,  my  immortal,  cannot  die, 
What  wilt  thou  do,  or  whither  fly 
When  death  shall  set  thee  free  ! 

Will  mercy  then  its  arm  extend  ? 
Will  Jesus  be  thy  guardian  friend,, 

And  heaven  thy  dwelling  place  ? 
Or  shall  insulting  fiends  appear 
To  drag  thee  down  to  dark  despair., 

Beyond  the  reach  of  grace  ? 

A  heaven  or  hell  and  these  alone, 
Beyond  this  mortal  life  are  known, 

There  is  no  middle  state  ; 
To-day  attend  the  call  divine, 
To-morrow  may  be  none  of  thine, 

Or  it  may  be  too  late. 

O  !  do  not  pass  this  life  in  dreams, 
Vast  is  the  change,  whate'er  it  seems, 

To  poor  untbinking  men  ; 
Lord  at  thy  footstool  I  would  bow, 
Bid  conscience  tell  me  plainly  now 
.  What  it  will  tell  me  then. 

If  in  destruction's  road  I  stray, 
Help  me  to  choose  the  better  way, 

Which  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
Thy  grace  impart,  my  guilt  forgive, 
Nor  let  me  ever  dare  to  live 
Such  as  I  dare  not  did. 


Redemption  found  in  Jesus,  under  the  idea  of  au 
anchor  cast  in  a  storm.     Heb.  iv.  19. 

NOW  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein' 

My  souPs  sure  anchor  may  remain, 
The  wounds  of  Jesus  for  my  sin, 

Before  the  world's  foundation's  slain. 
Whose  mercy  shall  unshaken  stay. 
When  heaven  and  earth  are  led  away. 

Father,  thine  everlasting  grace, 
Our  scanty  thoughts  surpasses  i'dv, 

Thy  heart  stiil  melts  wkh  tenderness  ; 
Thy  arms  of  love  still  open  are, 

Returning  sinners  to  receive, 

That  mercy  they  may  taste,  and  live. 


By  faith  I  plunge  me  in  this  sea, 
Here  is  my  hope,  my  joy  and  rest; 
a  here  when  hell  assaults  I  flee, 
rook  into  my  Saviour's.breast 
31  way  sad  doubts  and  anxious  fear, 
Mercy  is  all  that's  written  there. 


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The'  wave?  and  storms  go  o'er  my  head'; 

Tho'  health  and  strength  and  friends  be  £ 
'joys  be  wiiher'd  all  and  dead, 

Though  every  comfort  be  wit h drawn, 
On  thee  my  steadfast  soul  relies  ; 
Father,  thy  mercy  never  dies. 

/nund,  I  will  remain, 
'Tho'  mv  heart  fail  and  ftesfi  dcrav, 
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Tin?  anchor  shall  my  soul  sustain, 

When  earth's  foundation  melts  away  $ 
Mercy's  full  power  I  then  shall  prove, 
Lov-d  with  an  everlasting  love. 

What  in  thy  love  possess  I  not, 

My  star  by  night,  my  sun  by  day, 
My  springs  of  life  when  parch'd  with  drought, 

My  wine  to  cheer,  my  bread  to  stay, 
My  shield,  my  strength,  my  safe  abode, 
My  palace,  Saviour,  and  my  God. 


Gospel  minister's  call  or  commission. 
Frwn  several  scriptures. 

THUS  saith  the  Lord,  your  master  dear£ 
O  ye,  his  servants,  whom  he  sends 

To  preach  his  gospel  far  and  near. 
E'en  to  the  world's  remotest  ends. 

54  Go  forth  ye  heralds  in  my  name, 
44  Sweetly  the  gospel  trumpet  sound ; 

44  The  glorious  jubilee  proclaim, 
"  Where'er  the  human  race  is  found. 

"  Convince  a  world  of  sinners  blind, 

44  And  shew  i-hem  where  their  danger  lies. 

44  The  broken  hearted  careful  bind, 

"  And  wipe  the  tears  from  weeping  eyes. 

"  Be  wise  as  serpents  where  you  go, 
fi  Yet  harmless  as  the  peaceful  dove  ; 


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il 

"  And  let  your  whole  deportment  show, 
*  That  you're  comniission'd  from  above, 

fi  And  as  you  freely  have  received, 
"  E'en  so  to  others  freely  give  ; 

"  So  shall  your  message  be  believ'd, 
"  And  many  dying  sinners  live." 

Blaster,  thy  word  we  have  obey'd 

(Said  Christ's  sweet  messengers  of  peace,) 

"  And  lo  the  devils  are  dismay'd, 

"  Trembling  they  flee  before  our  face." 

Oh  !  if  I  had  an  angel's  voice, 

And  could  be  heard  from  pole  to  pole, 

I  would  to  all  the  listening  world, 
Proclaim  thy  goodness  to  my  soul. 

O  happy  servants  of  the  Lord, 

Who  thus  their  Master's  will  obey  ; 

Immensely  great  is  the  reward, 
They  shall  receive  another  day. 


The  Exiles  of  Eden, 

THERE  fell  from  God's  favor  two  exiles  of 

Eden, 
They  wander'd  through  deserts  of  sorrow  and 

pain, 
Were  banish'd  from  Paradise  the  place  of  their 

freedom. 
And  we  their  posterity  are  apt  to  complain, 


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Oh  never  again  in  the  green  shady  bovvers, 
Where   our  first  parents  dwelt,  shall  we  spend 

the  sweet  hours, 
Nor  taste  of  the  fruits,  nor  regale  on  the  flowers, 
sound  to  the  numbers  of  Eden  again. 

Oh  hard  is   our  fate,  said  the  heart  broken 
strangers, 
The  brutdl  creation's  more  happy  than  we, 
Surrounded  with  troubles,  temptations  and  dan- 
gers, 
If  God  had  been  just,  would  such  evils  then  be  ? 
Hush  all  these  complaints,  let  us  mend  our  be- 
havior, 
We  shall  not  go  mourning  as  Exiles  forever, 
if  we  but  repent  and  believe  in  a  Saviour, 
Who  died  to  redeem  us  and  lives  to  restore  : 

His  character   is   lovely,   it  shines   forth  in 
splendor, 
He  invites  our  attention  to  joys  most  sublime, 
He's  mov'd  with  compassion,  his  heart  is  most 

tender, 
His  blood  has  aton'd  for  the  world  of  mankind, 
1  'ome  all  ye  despondent*   with  hearts  now  re- 
lenting, 
Convicted,  condemned,  with  hearts  now  repent- 

Come  just  as  you  are,  with  souls  all  consenting, 
Accept  of  salvation  in  JESUS's  name. 

He  offers  you  pardon,  he  waits  to  embrace  you, 
There's  pleasure  forever,come  follow  the  Lamb, 
Religion's  a  calling  that,  will  not  disgrace  you, 


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'lis  honor  from  heaven  aspiring  to  fame, 
Come  ye  ambitious  who  rise  by  gradation, 
Salvation's  the  glory  of  every  nation, 
Come  now  and  receive  it,  and  take  your  big 

station, 
In  heaven  be  crowned  on  JESUS's  throne. 

Come  all  ye  vain  tiplers  who  often  get  heady, 
Who  sup  at  the  tavern  and  lodge  in  the  street, 
You  reel  on  a  precipice,  you  ought  to  be  steady, 
Or  soon  you  will  tumble  and  fall  in  the  deep, 
Where  liquids   are   plenty,    and  you'll  not  be 

craving, 
Where  fiends  are  tormenting,  the  damned  are 

raging, 
Where  billows  of  justice  in  vengeance  are  roll- 
ing. 
O'erwhelraing  forever  in  torment  your  souls, 

Come  all  ye  vain  youths  who  are  doating  in 
pleasure, 
Who  revel  in  hall  rooms  and  gamble  by  night, 
Yet  strangers  to  happiness,  neglectors  of  duty, 
In  JESUS  I  find  a  superior  delight. 
His  voice  is  sweet  music,  his  person  endearing, 
To  my  spirits  the  wine  of  his  kingdom  is  cheer- 
ing. 
My  heart  it  is  leeping  my  soul  persevering, 
My  Savior,  my  helper,  my  partner,  my  life. 

Come  all  ye  poor  misers,  though  richia  your 
coffers, 
I  doubt  much  if  ev  r  you  liberal  will  he, 
Unless  you  repent  and  take  Christ  at  his  offer. 


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Tour  treasures  lay  useless,  'till  death  turns  the 

key, 
You've  ground  down  the  poor   to   accumulate 

riches, 
Such  impious  conduct  your  character  impeaches, 
The  root  of  all  evil  your  spirit  bewitches, 
To  make  life  pernicious  and  live  in  contempt. 

Come  all  ye  hold  Deists,  who  boast  of  your 
reason, 

Who  will  not  believe  what  you  can't  compre- 
hend, 

Come  meet  your  opponents,  let's  argue  a  season. 

And  see  how  the  conflict  will  torn  in  the  end  ; 

You've  erected  a  Babel,  come  now  and  defend  it. 

Comprehend  your  existence  or  else  don't  pre- 
tend it, 

Here  rises  a  mountain  and  you  can't  ascend  it, 

You're  swamp'd  in  a  valley  and  lost  in  despair. 

Come  all  ye  bold  Atheists  who  glory  in  error, 
Deny  the  true  GOD  and  pay  homage  to  chance, 
Be   struck   with  conviction    and  tremble   with 

horror, 
As  you  unto  ruin  so  swiftly  advance, 
By  chance  there's  a  God,  and  by  chance  there's 

a  Savior, 
By  chance  there's  a  hell,  you  may  feel  it  for- 
ever, 
By  chance  there's  a  heaven  for  each  true  be- 
liever, 
By  chance  there  are  Angels  arid  Cherubs  above, 


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The  chuvcli  of  the  first  born  to  bliss  have  at- 
tained. 

Though  once  they  were  exiles  who  wander'd  in 
time, 

Eternity's  before  them,  the  mysteries  explained, 

The  glory  of  Heaven's  unfolding  in  prime, 

Again  they're  restor'd  to  the  most  pleasing 
bowers, 

In  the  presence  of  God  now  they  spend  the  sweet 
hours, 

Their  souls  are  enraptur'd  with  heavenly  pow- 
ers, 

To  sing  the  sweet  anthems  of  Eden  regain'd, 


HYMN. 


0  LOVE  divine,  how  fvveet  thou  art. 
When  fhall  I  find  my  willing  heart, 

All  taken  up  bv  thee  ? 

1  thirft,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatnefs  of  redeeming  love, 

The  love  of  Chrift  to  me  ! 

Stronger  his  love  than  death  or  hell, 
Its  riches  are  unfearchable  ; 

The  fir  ft  born  fons  of  light, 
Dcfire  in  vain  its  dephts  to  fee  ; 
'1  hey  cannot  reach  the  mv fiery, 

The  length,  and  breadth,  and  fo. 


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God  only  knows  the  love  of  God  , 
O  that  it  now  were  fhed  abroad 

In  this  poor  ftony  heart  ! 
For  love  I  figh,  for  love  I  pine  ; 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine  I 

Be  mine  this  better  part ! 

O  that  I  could  for  ever  fit, 
With  Mary  at  the  Matter's  feet  ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice  : 
My  only  care,  delight  and  blifs, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth  be  this, 

To  hear  the  bridegroom's  voice  S 

O  that  I  could,  with  favour'd  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  breaft  : 
From  care,  and  fin,  and  iorrow  free, 
Give  me,  O  Lord,  to  find  in  thee 

My  everlafting  refl ! 


HYMN,  L.  M. 
COME,  Saviour,  Jefus  from  above  ! 

AIM  me  with  thy  heav'nly  grace; 
Empty  my  heart  of  earthly  love, 

And  for  thyfelf  prepare  the  place. 

O  let  thy  facred  prefence  fill, 
And  let  my  longing  fpirit  tree  ! 

Which  pants  to  have  no  other  will, 
But  night  and  day  to  feall  on  thee, 


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While  in  this  region  here  below, 
No  other  good  will  I  purfue  : 

I'll  bid  this  world  of  noife  and  (how, 
With  all  its  glitt'ring  fnares,  adieu. 

That  path  with  humble  fpeed  I'll  feek, 
In  which  my  Saviour's  footfteps  Chine 

Nor  will  I  hear,  nor,  will  I  fpeak, 
Of  any  love  but  thine. 

Henceforth  may  no  profane  delight 
Divide  this  confecrated  foul  : 

Poflefs  it  thou  who  haft  the  right, 
As  Lord  and  Mafterof  the  whole. 

Nothing  on  earth  do  I  defire, 

But  thy  pure  love  within  my  breaft  ; 
This,  only  this,  will  I  require, 

And  freely  give  up  all  the  reft. 


HYMN,  L.M. 

Encouragement  to  Pray, 
MY  foul,  take  courage  from  the  Lore!, 
Believe  and  plead  his  holy  word  ; 
To  him  alone  do  thou  complain, 
NorJIiait  thou  feek  his  fact  in  vain. 

Upon  him  call  in  humble  prayer ; 
Thou  ftill  art  his  peculiar  care  ; 
He'll  furely  tu^n  and  fmile  again, 
Norjhalt  thou  feek  his  face  in  vain. 


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However  finful,  weak,  and  poor, 
Still  wait  and  pray  at  mercy's  door. 
Faithful  Jehovah  muft  remain, 
Nor  jhalt  thou  feck  his  face  in  vain. 

Though  the  wild  tempter's  hellifh  rage, 
Will,  with  his  darts,  thy  foul  engage, 
God  through  the  fight  mall  thee  fuftain, 
Nor  Jhalt  thou  Feek  his  face  in  vain. 

Though  the  corruptions  of  thy  heart 
Daily  new  caufe  01  grief  impart, 
Pray  that  thy  1  lifts  may  all  be  (lain  ; 
Nor Jhalt  thou  feek  his  face  in  vain. 

Though  fharp  affli&ians  flill  abound, 
And  clouds  and  darknefs  thee  furround, 
Still  pray,  for  God  will  all  explain, 
Norflialt  thou  feek  his  face  in  vain. 

In  him  and  him  alone  confide, 
Still  at  the  throne  of  grace  abide, 
Eternal  vi£lory  thou  (halt  gain, 
NorJIialt  thou  feek  his  face  in  vain. 


HYMN,  L.  M. 

SAY,  which  of  you  would  fee  the  Lord  ? 

You  all  may  now  obtain  the  grace  : 
Behold  him  in  the  written  word, 

Where  John  unveil?  the  Saviour's  face. 


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Clear  as  the  trumpet's  voice  he  fpeaks 

To  ev'ry  foul  that  turns  Its  ear  ; 
Amidft  the  golden  candlefticks 
He  walks :  and  lo  !  he  now  is  here. 

Prefent  to  all  believing  fouls, 

They  fee  him  with  an  eagle's  eye  ; 

Down  to  his  feet  a  garment  rolls, 
Stain'd  with  a  glorious  crimfon  die. 

A  golden  girdle  binds  his  breaft, 

Whence  ftreams  of  confolation  flow, 

Milk  for  his  new-born  babes,  who  reft 
In  him,  nor  other  comfort  know. 

^lis  form  is  as  the  Son  of  Man, 
His  eyes  are  as  a  flame  of  fire  ;     . 

They  dart  a  fin-confuming  pain, 
And  life  and  joy  divine  infpire. 

His  fpotlefs  purity  of  foul, 

We  by  a  lovely  emblem  know  : 

His  head  and  hair  are  white  as  wool, 
White  are  they  as  the  driven  fnow. 

Glitter  his  feet  like  poliuVd  brafs 
That  long  hath  in  the  furnace  flione. 

Brighter  than  lightning  is  his  face, 
Brighter  than  the  meridian  fun. 

^s  many  waters,  founds  his  word, 
Sev'n  ftars  he  holds  in  his  right  hand. 
B   1 


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Out  of  his  mouth  a  two-edg'd  fword 
Goes  forth  :  before  it  who  can  ftand  ? 

Lord,  at  thy  ieet  we  fall  as  dead, 
Lay  thy  right  hand  upon  our  foul, 

Scatter  our  fears,  thy  Spirit  *fhed, 
And  all  our  unbelief  controul. 


Tell  us,  "  I  am  the  firft  and  laft, 
*'  Who  liv'd  and  dy'd  for  all,  am  I 

"  And  lo  !  my  bitter  death  is  paft, 
"  And  lo  !  I  live  no  more  to  die  ! 

"  I  have  the  keys  of  death  andhell"- 
Amen  !  thy  record  we  receive, 

And  wait  till  thou  our  fpirits  feal, 
And  all  in  all  forever  live  ! 


HYMN. 
O  GLORIOUS  hope  of  perfeB  love  ! 
It  lilts  me  up  to  things  above  ! 

It  bears  on  eagle's  wings  ; 
Ii  gives  my  ravifh'd  foul  to  tafte, 
And  makes  me  for  fome  moments  feaft 

With  Jefus'  priefts  and  kings. 

The  things  eternal  I  purfue  ; 

A  happinefb  beyond  the  view 

Of  thofe  that  bafely  pant 


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For  things  by  nature  felt  and  feen  : 

Their  honours,  wealth,  and  plcafures,  mean, 

I  neither  have  nor  want. 
Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own  : 
A  ftranger  to  the  world,  unknown, 

I  all  their  goods  defpife  ; 
I  trample  on  their  whole  delight, 
And  feek  a  city  out  of  fight, 

A  city  in  the  skies. 

There  is  my  houfe  and  portion  fair, 
My  treafure  and  my  heart  are  there, 

And  my  abiding  home  ; 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  ftay, 
And  angels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jefus  bids  me  come  ! 

I  come,  thy  fervant,  Lord,  replies, 
I  come,  to  meet  thee  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  heav'nly  reft  ; 
Now  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  end, 
Now,  O  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 

Receive  me  to  thy  breaft ! 


HYMN.     C.  M. 
O  JOYFUL  found  of  gofpel-grace, 

Chrift  fhall  in  me  appear  ! 
I,  even  I  fhall  fee  his  face  ; 
I  mall  be  holy  here. 
B  2 


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The  glorious  crown  of  righteoufnei's 

To  me  reach'd  out  I  view  ; 
Conqu'ror  through  him  I  foon  (hall  feize 

And  wear  it  as  my  due. 

The  promis'd  land  from  Pifgah's  top 

I  now  exult  to  fee  ; 
My  hope  is  full  (O  glorious  hope) 

Of  immortality. 

He  vifits  now  this  houfe  of  clay  ; 

He  (hakes  his  future  home  : 
O  would' ft  thou,  Lord,  in  this  glad  day, 

Into  thy  temple  come. 

With  me,  I  know,  I  feel  thou  art, 

But  this  can  not  fuffice, 
Unlefs  thou  panteft  in  my  hearty 

A  conftant  paradife. 

My  earth  thou  wat'reft  from  on  higk  . 

But  make  it  all  a  pool  : 
Spring  up,  O  well,  I  ever  cry, 

Spring  up  within  my  foul. 

Come,  O  my  God,  thyfelf  reveal  * 

Fill  all  this  mighty  void  : 
Thou  only  canft  my  fpirit  fill, 

Come,  O  my  God,  my  God. 

Fulfil,  fulfil  my  large  defires. 
Large  as  infinity ; 


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Give,  give- me  all  my  foul  require?. 
All,  all  that  is  in  thee. 


HYMN. 

COME,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  b!e fling 

Tune  my  heart  to  fmg  thy  grace  ! 
Streams  of  mercy  never  cealing, 

Call  for  fongs  of  loudeft  praife  ; 
Teach  me  fome  melodious  fonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praife  the  mount — I'm  fix'd  upon  it 

Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love  ! 

Here  I'll  raife  mine  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleafure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home  : 
Jefus  fought  me  when  a  ftranger, 

Wand'ring  fiom  the  told  of  God 
He  to  refcue  me  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  his  precious  blood  ! 

O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  conftrain'd  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  goodnefs,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it, 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 
Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  feal  it  : 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above, 

B2 


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HYMN. 

THOU  great  mysterious  God  unknown, 
Whose  love  hath  gently  led  me  on, 

Ev'n  from  my  infant  days  ; 
Mine  inmost  soul  expose  to  view, 
And  tell  me  if  I  ever  knew, 

Thy  justifying  grace. 

If  I  have  only  known  thy  fear, 
And  folio w'd  with  a  heart  sincere, 

Thy  drawing  from  above  : 
Now,  now  the  farther  grace  bestow, 
And  let  my  sprinkled  conscience  know. 

Thy  sweet  forgiving  love* 

Short  of  thy  love  I  would  not  stop, 
A  stranger  to  the  gospel  hope, 

The  sense  of  sin  forgiv'n  ; 
I  would  not,  Lord,  my  soul  deceive, 
Without  the  inward  witness  live, 

That  antepast  of  heav'n. 

If  now  the  Witness  were  in  me, 
Would  he  not  testify  of  thee, 

In  Jesus  reconcil'd  ? 
And  should  1  not  with  faith  draw  nigh, 
And  boldly,  Abby,  Father,  cry, 

I  know  myself  thy  child  ? 

Ah  !  never  let  thy  servant  rest, 
Till  of  my  part  in  Christ  possess'd, 

I  on  thy  mercy  feed  .* 
Unworthy  of  the  crumbs  that  fall, 


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Yet  rais'd  by  hira  who  dy'd  for  all. 
To  eat  the  children's  bread. 

Whate'er  obstructs  thy  pard'ning  love. 
Or  sin,  or  righteousness,  remove, 

Thy  glory  to  display  : 
My  heart  of  unbelief  convince, 
And  now  absolve  me  from  my  sins3 

And  take  them  all  away. 


HYMN,  L  M. 

MY  hope,  my  All,  my  Saviour  thou? 
To  thee  lo  !  now  my  soul  I  bow  ; 
I  feel  the  bliss  my  wounds  impart, 
I  find  thee,  Saviour,  in  my  heart. 

Be  thou  my  strength,  be  thou  my  way, 
Protect  me  through  my  life's  short  day 
In  all  my  acts  may  wisdom  guide, 
And  keep  me,  Saviour,  near  thy  side. 

Correct,  reprove  and  comfort  me  ; 
As  I  have  need,  my  Saviour  be  : 
And  if  I  would  from  thee  depart, 
Then  clasp  me,  Saviour,  to  thy  heart, 

In  fierce  temptation's  darkest  hour, 
Save  me  from  sin  and  satan's  pow'r  5 
Tear  ev'ry  idol  from  thy  throne, 
And  reign,  my  Saviour— reign  alone, 
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My  sufTring  time  shall  soon  be  o'er, 
Then  sha'll  1  sigh  and  weep  no  more  : 
My  ransom'd  soul  shall  soar  away, 
To  sing  thy  praise  in  endless  day. 


HYMN,  L.  M. 

The  New  Light. 
€OME,  all  who  are  New-lights  indeed., 
Who  are  from  sin  and  bondage  freed : 
From  Egypt's  land  we've  took  our  flight. 
For  God  has  given  us  a  New-light. 

Long  time  we  with  the  wicked  trod. 
And  madly  ran  the  sinful  road ; 
Against  the  gospel  we  did  fight, 
Scar'd  at  the  name  of  a  New-light, 

At  length  the  Lord  in  mercy  call'd. 
And  gave  us  strength  to  give  up  all  : 
He  gave  us  grace  to  ehoose  aright 
A  portion  with  despis'd  New-lights. 

Despis'd  by  man,  upheld  by  God, 
We're  marching  on  the  heavenly  road 
Loud  Hallelujahs  we  will  sing 
To  Jesus  Christ,  the  New-light's  king. 

Though  by  the  world  we  are  disdain'd* 
And  have  our  names  cast  out  by  men  ; 
Yet  Christ  our  captain  for  us  fights, 
Nor  death,  nor  hell,  can  hurt  New-lights 


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Come,  sinners',  with  us  New-lights  join., 
And  taste  the  joys  that  are  divine  ; 
Bid  all  your  carnal  mirth  adieu  : 
Come,  join  and  be  a  New-light  too. 

Your  carnal  mirth  you'll  count  a  toy, 
If  once  you  know  the  heavenly  joy  : 
No  solid  joys  are  known  below, 
But  such  as  New-lights  feel  and  know. 

I  know  not  any  sect  nor  part, 

But  such  as  are  New-lights  in  hearty 

If  in  Christ  Jesus  you  delight, 

I  can  pronounce  you  a  New-light. 

For  since  in  Christ  we  all  are  one, 
My  soul  would  fain  let  strife  alone  ; 
No  prejudice  can  any  bear, 
No  wrath  in  those  that  New-lights  are, 

Thus  guarded  by  the  Lord,  we'll  stand 
Safe  in  the  hollow  of  his  hand  ; 
Nor  do  we  scorn  the  New-lights  name, 
Christians  are  all  New-lights — Amen, 

Amen,  amen,  so  let  it  be  ; 
Glory  to  God,  this  light  we  see  : 
New  light  from  Christ  to  us  given, 
New  light  will  be  our  light  iu  heaven, 

B  5 


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HYMN. 

The  Good  Old  Way. 

LIFT  up  your  hearts,  Emmanuel's  friends 
And  taste  the  pleasure  Jesus  sends  ; 
Let  nothing  cause  you  to  delay, 
But  hasten  on  the  good  old  way. 

CHORUS. 

And  I'll  sing  hallelujah, 

And  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  I'll  sing  hallelujah, 

There's  glory  beaming  thro'  the  sky. 

Our  conflicts  here,  though  great  they  be, 
-Shall  not  prevent  our  victory  ; 
If  we  but  watch  and  strive  and  pray, 
Like  soldiers  in  the  good  old  way. 

And  I'll  sing  hallelujah,  &c. 

O  good  old  way  !  how  sweet  thou  art, 
May  none  of  us  from  thee  depart, 
But  may  our  actions  always  say, 
We're  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 

And  I'll  sing,  &c. 
Tho'  Satan  may  his  powers  employ, 
Our  happiness  for  to  destroy, 
Vet  never  fear,  we'll  gain  the  day, 
And  shout  and  sing  the  good  old  way. 

And  I'll  sing,  &c 

And  when  on  Pisgah's  top  we  stand. 
And  view  by  faith  the  promis'd  land, 


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Then  we  may  sing  and  shout  and  pray? 
And  march  along  the  good  old  way. 

And  I'll  sing,  &c, 

Ye  valiant  souls  for  Heaven  contend 
Remember  glory's  at  the  end, 
Our  God  will  wipe  all  tears  away, 
When  we  have  run  the  good  old  way. 

And  I'll  sing,  #c. 

Then  far  beyond  this  mortal  shore, 
We'll  meet  with  those  who've  gone  before, 
And  shout  to  think  we've  gain'd  the  day, 
By  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 

And  I'll  sing,  &c. 


HYMN,  P.  M. 

OUR  guns  and  our  swords  we'll  send  home  tc 

perdition. 
For  that  is  the  place  from  whence  murder  first 

came, 
We  profes*  to  have  union  with  our  precious 

Abel, 
And  resolved  to  have  nothing  to  do  with  old 

Cain. 

CHORUS. 

March  alow*,  march  along,  O  ye  sons  of  the 

Jubilee, 
March  ye  along,  and  win  the  gospel  field, 


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March  along,  march  along,  O  ye  sons  of  the  Ju- 
bilee, 
Ye  must  not  give  over,  ye  never  must  yield. 

Old  Esau  he  hunts,  while  Jacob  gains  the  bles- 
sing, 

For  God  in  his  wisdom  has  ordered  it  so, 

The  one  stays  at  home,  while  the  other's  forced 
to  travel, 

But  God  is  still  with  him  wherever  he  goes. 
March  along,  march  along,  <jj*c. 

Beat  your  swords  into  ploughshares, your  spears 

into  pruning  hooks, 
For  this  is  a  work  that's  both  generous  and 

brave, 
For  love  is  the  standard  of  every  true  christian, 
It  is  all  their  delight  precious  souls  for  to  save, 
March  along,  march  along,  &c. 

True  love  is  delightful,  but  murder  is  cruel- 
Love  comforts  the  heart,  and  it's  better   than 

wine  ; 
The  exploits  of  the  warrior  will  never  make  him 

happy,  • 

Men  never  are  happy  but  when  they  are  kind. 
March  along,  march  along,  &c. 

Then  floek  up  to  the  standard  of  love  undefined 
And  then  you'll   know  something  of  Christ's 

royal  law : 
He  says  if  you  love  me  then  keep  my  command* 

ments, 
And  I  will  be  with  you  wherever  you  go. 

March  along,  march  along,  &c. 


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HYMN,  P.  M. 

Description  of  Christ 
O  THOU,  in  whose  presence  my   soul   takes 
delight, 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call  ; 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night, 

My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all. 
Where  dost  thou  at  noon-tide  resort  with  thy 
sheep, 
To  feed  on  the  pasture  of  love  ? 
For  why  in  the  valley  of  death  shall  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ? 

0  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  thee, 

And  cry  in  the  desart  for  bread  ? 
Thy  foes  will  rejoice,  when  my  sorrows  they  see, 

And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 
Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  ye  seen, 

The  star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 
Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  beloved  has  been, 

And  where  with  his  flocks  he  is  gone  ? 

This  is  my  beloved,  his  form  is  divine, 

His  vestments  shed  odours  around  5 
The  locks  on  his  head,  are  as  grapes  on  the  vine, 

When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown'd. 
The  roses  of  Sharon,  the  lilies  that  grow 

In  the  vales  on  the  banks  of  the  streams, 
On  his  cheeks,  in  the  beauty  of  excellence  blow, 

And  his  eyes  are  as  quivers  of  beams  ! 

His  voice,  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer  sweet, 
Is  heard  through  the  shadows  of  death; 


m 

The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet? 

The  air  is  perfum'd  with  his  breath, 
Mis  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow, 

That  waters  the  garden  of  grace  : 
From  which  their   salvation  the  Gentiles  shall 
knowy 

And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

Love  sits  in  his  eye-lids,  and  scatters  delight 

Thro'  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high  5 
Their  faces  the  cherubims  veil  in  his  sight, 

And  tremble  with  fullness  ef  joy. 
He  looks  and  ten  thousands  of  angels  rejoice* 

And  myriads  wait  for  his  word; 
He  speaks  and  eternity,  fill'd  with  his  voice, 

Re-echoes  the  praise  of  her  Lord. 


HYMN,  P.  M. 

LET  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour, 

Come  and  bid  our  jarrings  «ease, 
Come,  O  come  and  reign  forever, 

God  of  Love  and  prince  of  peace  j 
Visit  now  poor  bleeding  Zion, 

Hear  the  people  mourn  and  weep, 
Day  and  night  thy  Lambs  are  crying, 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

Some  for  Paul,  some  for  Apolios. 

Some  for  Cephas,  none  agree, 
Jesus,  let  us  hear  thee  call  us, 

Help  us,  Lord,  to  follow  thee  i 


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we'll  rush  through  what  encumbers, 
Over  every  hindrance  leap, 
Undismay'd  by  force  in  numbers, 

Come,  good  shepherd{  feed  thy  sheep, 

Lord,  in  us  there  is  no  merit, 

We've  been  sinners  from  our  youth, 

Guide  us,  Lord,  by  thy  good  spirit, 
Which  shall  teach  us  all  the  truth  ! 

On  the  Gospel  word  we'll  venture, 
Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep, 

Love  our  Lord  and  Ghrist  our  Saviour,, 

0  good  Shepherd  feed  thy  sheep. 

Come,  good  Lord,  with  courage  arm  us, 

Persecution  rages  here,* 
Nothing  Lord,  we  know  can  harm  us, 

While  our  Shepherd  is  so  near  3 
Glory,  glory,  be  to  Jesus, 

At  his  name  our  hearts  doth  leap  5 
He  both  comforts  us  and  frees  u§, 

The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 

Here's  the  prince  of  your  salvation, 
Saying,  Fear  not,  little  flock  ; 

I  myself  am  your  foundation, 
You  are  built  upon  this  rock  : 

Shun  the  path  of  vice  and  folly, 

Scale  the  mount  although  it's  steep, 

Look  to  me,  and  be  ye  holy, 

1  delight  to  feed  rav  she'ep. 


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Christ  alone  whose  merit  saves  us, 

Taught  by  him  we'll  own  his  name* 
Sweetest  of  all  names  is  Jesus, 

How  it  doth  our  souls  inflame  ; 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Give  him  glory,  he  will  keep, 
He  will  clear  your  way  before  you, 

The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 


HYMN.    L.M. 

The  Young  Lady's  Experience, 

YOUNG  ladies  all,  I  pray  draw  near, 
Listen  a  while  and  you  shall  hear 

How  sin  and  satan  both  did  try 
To  land  my  soul  in  misery. 

I,  like  the  rest  of  humankind, 

Was  born  in  sin,  both  deaf  and  blind ; 

And  as  my  days  advacc'd  I  grew 

The  more  debas'd,  and  form'd  for  woe. 

That  darling  sin  I  did  commit, 

Was  that  which  some  delight  in  yet, 

That  heinous  sin,  call'd  civil  mirth, 
God  threatens  with  his  dreadful  curse. 

Full  eighteen  years  around  did  roll 
Before  I  thought  on  my  poor  soul ; 

Which  makes  me  shudder  when  I  think 
How  near  I  was  upon  the  brink. 


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I  often  times  to  church  did  go, 

My  beauty  and  fine  clothes  to  show  : 

But  ou  my  soul  I  took  no  thought, 
Though  Jesus  had  it  dearly  bought. 

At  length  I  heard  a  Baptist  preach, 

His  words  quite  through  my  heart  did  reach 

He  said  I  must  be  born  again, 
If  ever  heaven  I'd  obtain. 

To  keep  the  law  to  work  I  went, 
But  found  I  fail'd  in  every  point  ; 

The  law  appear'd  so  just  and  true, 
Notune  good  duty  could  I  do. 

In  silent  watches  of  the  night, 

In  secret  places  where  I  might, 
Upon  my  knees  pour  out  my  grief, 

And  pray  to  God  for  some  relief. 

My  uncle  said  don't  be  so  dull, 

Come,  go  with  me,  to  yonder  ball  $ 

I'll  dress  you  up  in  silks  so  fine, 

And  make  you  heir  of  all  that's  mine 

Dear  uncle,  that  will  never  do, 
That  only  will  augment  my  woe  ; 

For  I'm  resolv'd  to  seek  the  Lord, 
Perhaps  he  may  his  help  afford. 

Well,  if  you  are  resolv'd  to  turn, 

And  after  silly  bablers  run, 
None  of  my  portion  you  shall  have. 

I  will  it  to  some  others  give. 


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Well,  Vm  resolv'd  to  seek  the  Lord, 
Perhaps  he  may  his  aid  afford  ; 

Come,  help  me  mourn  my  wretched  ease, 
My  soul  is  lost  without  free  grace. 

Thus  in  my  great  extremity, 
When  almost  helpless  I  did  lie, 

I  thought  I  heard  a  low  still  voice. 
Saying,  Arise,  in  me  rejoice  ! 

Immediately  my  soul  did  rise 

On  wings  of  faith  above  the  skies  ; 

I  count  all  earthly  things  but  dross, 
For  glory  in  my  Saviour's  cross. 

I'm  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 
Since  me  he  doth  his  aid  afford : 

I  value  no  man's  scoffs  nor  frown, 
I  hope  to  wear  a  starry  crown. 

Come,  you  that  love  his  works  and  ways. 
Come  join  with  me  to  sing  his  praise  ; 

But  I  must  try  to  praise  him  best, 
I've  run  so  deep  in  debt  to  grace. 


HYMN.    P.M. 

SALEM'S  bright  King,  Jesus  by  name, 
In  ancient  time  to  Jordan  came, 

All  righteousness  to  fill ; 
?Twas  there  the  ancient  baptist  stood, 
Whose  name  was  John,  a  man  of  God. 

To  do  his  masters  will. 


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The  holy  Jesus  did  demand 
His  right  to  be  baptized  then, 

The  baptist  gave  consent  ; 
On  Jordan's  banks  they  did  prepare 
The  baptist  and  his  Master  dear, 

Then  down  the  bank  they  went. 

Down  in  old  Jordan's  rolling  stream, 
The  baptist  led  the  holy  Lamb, 

And  there  did  him  baptize  ; 
Jehovah  saw  his  darling  Son, 
And  was  well  pleas'd  in  what  he'd  done, 

And  own'd  him  from  the  skies. 

The  op'ning  heaven  now  complies, 
The  Holy  Ghost  like  lightning  flies, 

Down  from  the  courts  above  ; 
And  on  the  holy,  heavenly  Lamb, 
The  Spirit  lights,  and  does  remain, 

In  shape  like  a  fair  dove. 

This  is  my  Son,  Jehovah  cries. 
The  echoing  voice  from  glory  flies, 

O  children  hear  ye  him  ; 
Hark  !  'tis  his  voice,  behold  he  cries, 
Repent,  believe,  and  be  baptiz'd, 

x\ud  wash  away  your  sin. 

Come  children,  come,  his  voice  obey, 
Salem's  bright  Kiug  has  mark'd  the  way, 

Aud  has  a  crown  prepar'd  • 
O  then  arise,  and  give  consent, 
"Walk  in  the  way  that  Jesus  went, 

And  have  the  great  reward, 
c   1 


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Believing  children  gather  round. 
And  let  your  joyful  songs  abound, 

With  cheerful  hearts  arise  ; 
See  here  is  water,  here  is  room, 
A  loving  Saviour  calling,  come, 

O  children  be  baptiz'd. 

Behold  his  servant  waiting  stands, 
With  willing  heart  and  ready  hands, 

To  wait  upon  the  bride  ; 
Ye  candidates  your  hearts  prepare, 
And  let  us  join  in  solemn  prayer, 

Down  by  the  water  side. 


HYMN.     P.  M. 

Mourning  Souls. 
POOR  mourning  souls  in  deep  distress, 

Making  sad  lamentation, 
Find  themselves  lost  in  wickedness? 

And  under  condemnation  ; 
While  thunderbolts  from  Sinai's  mount, 

Do  sound  with  loudest  terror, 
And  they  as  nought  in  God's  account, 

Are  drown'd  in  grief  and  sorrow. 

Ah  !  woe  is  me  that  I  was  born, 

Or  ever  had  beginning  ; 
I  would  have  had  untimely  birth, 

Or  had  no  future  being  : 
Or  else  have  died  when  1  was  young, 

I  might  have  been  forgiven  ; 


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I  might,  like  babes  with  harmless  tongue, 
Been  praising  God  in  heaven. 

But  here  I  am  in  deep  distress, 

Most  worn  away  with  trouble  ; 
Day  after  day  I  seek  for  peace, 

But  find  my  sorrows  double. 
Saith  satan,  fatal  is  your  state, 

Time  past  you  might  repented, 
But  now  you  see  it  is  too  late, 

So  make  yourself  contented. 

How  can  I  live,  how  can  I  breathe, 

Under  this  sore  temptation, 
Conclude  my  day  of  grace  is  o'er  ? 

Lord  hear  my  lamentation. 
For  I  am  weary  of  my  life, 

Of  pains  and  bitter  crying  ; 
My  wants  are  great,  my  mind's  infirm, 

My  spirit's  almost  dying. 

But  who  is  he  that  looketh  forth, 

Sweet  as  the  blooming  morning, 
Fair  as  the  moon,  clear  a*  the  sun, 

irTis  Jesus  Christ  adorning. 
Jesus  can  clothe  my  naked  soul ; 

Jesus  for  me  hath  died  ; 
And  now  I  can  with  pleasure  sing, 

My  wants  are  all  supplied. 

How  ean  I  stay,  God  calls  away. 

And  I  must  now  be  holy  ; 
See  Jesus  comes  to  close  my  eyes* 

Soon  I  shall  go  to  glory, 
c  2 


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My  Jesus  calls  and  I  must  go, 
Farewell  to  all  things  earthly  ; 

I  must  be  gone,  God  calls  me  homt 
To  sing  to  him  more  sweetly. 

Farewell,  vain  world,  I  bid  adieu, 

My  Jesus  is  most  holy  ; 
Fain  would  I  be  with  Christ  above, 

Singing  to  him  in  glory. 
My  trust  is  now  in  Jesus*  name, 

And  in  his  arms  is  pleasure  ; 
Say,  will  you  trust  in  Jesus'  name, 

When  he's  the  bleeding  Saviour  ? 


HYMN. 

COME,  ye  finners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  wounded,  fick  and  fore, 

Jefus  ready  Hands  to  fave  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  pow'r  ; 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

Now,  ye  needy,  eome  and  welcome, 
God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 

True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Ev'ry  grace  that  brings  you  nigh  ; 

Without  monev 
Come  to  Jefus  Chrift  and  buy.. 


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Let  not  conference  make  you  linger 
Nor  of  fitnefs,  fondly  dream  : 

All  ihe  fitnefs  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  ; 

This  he  gives  you, 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  glimm'ring  beam. 

Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden'd, 
Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall, 

If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all ; 

Not  the  righteous  ; 
Sinners,  Jefus  came  to  call. 

Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Saviour  proftrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ! 

Hear  hira  cry  before  he  dies, 
"  It  is  finim'd  !" 

Sinners,  will  not  this  fuffice  ? 

Lo  !  the  incarnate  God  afcending, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely, 
Let  no  other  truft  intrude  ; 

None  but  Jefus 
Can  do  helplefs  Tinners  good. 
Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praifes  of  the  Lamb,    - 
While  the  blifsful  feats  of  heaven, 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name, 

Hallelujah  ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  fame, 
c  3 


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HYMN.    L.M. 

COME,  finners,  to  the  gofpel  feaft  ; 

Let  ev'ry  foul  be  Jefusr  gueft  ; 

Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind  ; 

For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 

Sent  by  my  Lord,  on  you  I  call  ; 

The  invitation  is  to  all  ; 

Come  all  the  world  !  come,  finner,  thou  ! 

All  things  in  Chrift  are  ready  now. 

Come,  all  ye  fouls,  by  fin  opprefs'd, 
Ye  refllefs  wand'rers  aiter  reft  ; 
Ye  poor,  and  maim'd,  and  halt,  and  blind, 
In  Chrift  a  hearty  welcome  find. 
My  meffage  as  from  God  receive  ; 
Ye  all  may  come  to  Chrift  and  live, 
O  let  his  love  your  hearts  conftrain, 
No£  fufFer  him  to  die  in  vain  ! 
His  love  is  mighty  to  compel  ; 
His  conquering  love  confent  to  feel  ; 
Yield  to  his  love's  redeeming  pow'r, 
And  fight  againft  your  God  no  more. 
See  him  fet  forth  before  your  eyes, 
That  precious,  bleeding  facrifice  ! 
His  offer'd  benefits  embrace, 
And  freely  now  be  fav'd  by  grace  ! 

This  is  the  time  ;  no  more  delay  ! 
The  invitation  is  to-day  ; 
Come  in  this  moment,  at  his  call, 
And  live  for  him  who  died  for  all  ! 


HYMN.     L.  M 
AWAKE,  Jerufalem,  awake, 

No  longer  in  thy  fins  lie  down  ; 
The  garment  ot  falvation  take, 

Thy  beauty  and  thy  irrength  put  on, 

Shake  off  the  dufl  that  blinds  thy  fight, 
And  hides  the  promife  from  thine  eyes, 

Arife,  and  druggie  into  light, 
Thy  great  Deiiv'rer  calls,  Arife  ! 

Shake  off  the  bands  of  fad  defpair, 

Zion  affert  thy  liberty, 
Look  up,  thy  broken  heart  prepare, 

And  God  fhall  fet  the  captive  free, 

Veffels  of  mercy,  ions  of  grace, 
Be  puig'd  from  ev'ry  (infill  ftain, 

Be  like  your  Lord,  his  word  embrace* 
Nor  bear  his  hallow'd  name  in  vain, 

The  Lord  fhall  in  your  front  appear, 
And  lead  the  pompous  triumph  on  ; 

His  glory  mail  bring  up  the  rear, 
And  perfect  what  his  grace  begun,. 


HYMN.    P.M. 

The  Lord  in  his  Garden, 
THE  Lord  into  his  garden  comes  ; 
The  Spices  yield  a  rich  perfume  ; 
The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  : 
c.  4 


44 

Refrefhing  fhowers  of  grace  divine. 
From  Jefus  flows  to  every  vine, 
Which  makes  the  dead  revive. 

0  ihat  this  dry  and  barren  ground, 
In  fprings  of  water  may  abound, 

A  fruitful  foil  become  ! 
The  defer.t  blofToms  as  the  rofe, 
When  Jefus  conquers  all  his  foes. 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun  ; 
My  foul  a  witnefs  is  : 

1  tafte  and  fee  the  pardon  free, 
For  all  mankind  as  well  as  me  : 

Who  come  to  Chrift  may  live. 

The  worft  of  finners  here  may  find 
A  Saviour,  pitiful  and  kind, 

Who  will  them  all  receive  ! 
None  are  too  late  who  will  repent  ; 
Out  oi  one  finner,  legions  went  ; 

Jefus  did  him  relieve. 

Come,  brethren,  ye  who  love  the  Lord, 
And  tafte  the  fweetnefs  of  his  wc.rd, 

In  Jefus'  ways  go  on  ; 
Onr  troubles  and  our  trials  here, 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there. 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 


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We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun, 
It  1  flues  from  the  mining  throne, 

From  Jems'  grace  on  high  ; 
It  comes  like  floods  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 

And  yet  for  more  we  cry. 

But  when  we  come  to  reign  above, 
And  all  furrotind  the  throne  of  love, 

Vv  e  il  drink  a  full  fupply  : 
Jefus  will  lead  his  armies  through, 
To  living  fountains  where  they  flow, 

Which  never  will  run  dry. 

There  will  we  reign,  and  (hout,  and  fing, 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  faints  get  home  ; 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  (hall  we  meet  together  there, 

For  Jefus  bids  us  come. 

Amen,  amen,  my  foul  replies, 
I'm  bound  to  meet  him  in  the  ikies, 

And  claim  my  manfion  there. 
Now  here's  my  heart,  now  here's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 

Where  we  mail  part  no  more. 

There,  on  that  peaceful,  happy  more, 
We'll  fing  and  (hout  our  fuff'rings  o'er, 
In  fweet  redeeming  love  : 

c  5 


46 

We'll  fhout  and  praife  our  conqu'ring  King, 
Who  died  himfelf  that  he  might  bring 

Us  rebels  near  to  God. 

■ 


HYMN.     C.  M. 

The  Coronation  of  Christ. 
ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jefus'  name ! 

Let  angels  proftrate  fall  ! 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God. 

Who  from  the  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  ftem  of  Jeffe's  rod, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Ye  chofen  feed  of  Ifrael's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  fmall, 
Hail  him  who  faves  you  by  his  grace, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Ye  Gentile  fmners  ne'er  forget. 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall  ; 
Go,  fpread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Babes,  men  and  fires,  who  know  his  lov< 
Who  feel  your  fin  and  thrall, 

Now  join  with  all  the  hofts  above, 
And  crown  him  Lord  ol  all. 


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Letev'ry  kindred,  ev'ry  tribe, 

On  this  tereftrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majefty  afcribe. 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all.  % 

O  that  with  yonder  facred  throng 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall  ! 

We'll  join  the  everlafting  fong, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all, 


HYMN. 

The  Spirited  Voyage. 

JESUS,  at  thy  command 

I  launch  into  the  deep, 
And  leave  my  native  land 

Where  fin  lulls  all  afleep  ; 
For  thee  I  would  the  world  refign, 
And  fail  to  heaven  with  thee  and  thine. 

Thou  art  my  pilot  wife, 

My  compafs  is  thy  word  ; 
My  foul  each  (form  defies, 

While  I  have  fuch  a  Lord  : 
I  truft  thy  faithful nefs  and  power, 
To  fave  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

Though  rocks  and  quick-fands  deep, 
Through  all  my  paflage  lie  ; 


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Yet  Chrift  will  fafely  keep 

And  guide  me  with  his  eye  : 
My  anchor-hope  fhall  firm  abide, 
And  I,  each  boifterous  ftorm  outride. 

By  faith  I  fee  the  land, 

The  port  of  endlefs  reft  ; 
My  foul  thy  fails  expand, 

And  fail  to  Jefus'  breaft  ; 
O,  may  I  reach  the  heavenly  more 
Where  fin  and  waves  diftrefs  no  more. 

Whene'er  becalm'd  I  lie, 
And  ftorms  forbear  to  tofs  ; 

Be  thou,  dear  Lord,' dill  nigh, 
Left  I  mould  fuffer  lofs. 

For  more  the  treacherous  calm  I  dread, 

Than  tempeft  burfting  o'er  my  head. 

Come,  Holy  Ghcft,  and  blow 

A  precious  gale  of  grace  ; 
Waft  me  from  all  below 

To  heav'n,  my  deftin'd  place  ; 
Then  in  full  fail  my  port  I'll  find, 
And  leave  the  world  and  fin  behind. 


HYMN. 

O  TELL  me  no  more  of  this  world's  vain  store, 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o'er  ; 
A  country  I've  found,  where  true  joys  abound, 
To  dwell  I'm  determin'd  on  that  happy  ground. 


49 

The  souls  that  believe,  in  paradise  live, 
And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive  5 
My  soul  don't  delay— he  calls  thee  away, 
Rise,  follow  thy  Saviour,  &  bless  the  glad  day. 

No  mortal  doth  know  what  he  can  bestow, 
What  light,   strength,  and  comfort — go  after 

him,  go. 
Lo  !  onward  I  move  to  a  city  above, 
None  guesses  how  wond'rous  my  journey  will 

prove. 

Great  spoils  I  shall  win  from  death,  hell  &  sin, 
M-fdst  outward  afflictions  shall  feel  Christ  with- 
in : 
And  when  I'm  to  die,  receive  me!  I'll  cry, 
For  Jesus  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cannot  tell  why. 

But  this  I  do  find,  we  two  are  so  join'd, 
He'll  not  live  in  glory,  and  leave  me  behind  : 
So  this  is  the  race  I'm  running,  thro'  grace  : 
Henceforth,  till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord's  face. 

And  now  I'm  in  care,  my  neighbors  may  share 
These  blessings  ;  to  seek  them  will  none  of  you 

dare  ? 
In  bondage,  0  why,  and  death  will  you  lie, 
When  one  here  assures   you  free  grace  is  so 

nigh  ? 


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HYMN,  P.  M. 

Longing  j or  Heaven. 

0  WHEN  /hall  I  fee  Jefus, 
And  reign  with  him  above  ; 
And  from  that  flowing  fountain 
Drink  ever lafting  love  ? 
When  (hall  I  bedeliver'd 
From  this  vain  world  of  fint 
And  with  my  blefied  Jefus, 
Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in  ? 

But  now  I  am  a  foldier, 
My  Captain's  gone  before, 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 
And  bid  me  not  give  o'er  ; 
If  I  continue  faithful, 
A  righteous  crown  he'll  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  foldiers 
Eternal  life  fhall  have. 

Through  grace  I  am  determm'd 
To  conquer  though  I  die, 
And  then  away  to  Jefus, 
On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly. 
Farewell  to  fin  and  forrow, 

1  bid  you  all  adieu  ; 

And,  O  my  friends  be  faithful, 
And  on  your  way  purfue. 

And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 
And  trials  on  your  way, 


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Then  cart  your  care  on  Jefus, 
And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armour 
Oi  faith,  and  hope,  and  love  ; 
Then  when  the  combat's  ended. 
He'll  cany  you  above. 

O  do  not  be  difcourag'd, 

For  Jefus  is  your  friend  ; 

And  if  you  want  more  knowledge; 

He'll  not  ref ufe  to  lend  : 

Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Tho'  oft'ner  you  requeft  ; 

He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  home  to  reft. 

And  when  the  laft  loud  trumpet 
Shall  rend  the  vaulted  fkies, 
And  bid  the  entom'd  millions 
From  their  cold  beds  arife, 
Our  ranfom'd  duft,  revived, 
Bright  beauties  fhall  put  on, 
And  foar  to  the  bleft  manfion 
Where  our  Redeemer's  gone. 

Our  eyes  mail  then  with  rapture 
The  Saviour's  face  behold; 
Our  feet,  no  more  diverted, 
Shall  walk  the  ftreets  of  gold  ; 
Our  ears  fhall  hear  with  tranfport 
The  holts  celeftial  fing  ; 
Our  tongues  fhall  chant  the  glory. 
Of  our  immortal  King. 


52 
HYMN.    P.M. 

The  Jewels  of  the  Lord. 

YE  jewels  of  ray  mafter, 
Who  fhine  with  heavenly  rays. 
Amid  the  beams  of  glory 
Refleft  immortal  blaze. 
Ye  diamonds  of  beauty, 
With  pleading  luftre  crown'd, 
Of  heavenly  extraction, 
To  Zion's  city  bound. 

Ye  lambs  of  my  Redeemer, 
The  purchafe  of  his  blood, 
Who  feed  among  the  lilies, 
Befide  the  purple  flood  ; 
Go  on,  ye  happy  pilgrims, 
Your  journey  ftill  purfue  ; 
And  at  a  humble  diftance, 
I'll  fing  and  follow  too. 

When  I  beheld  your  order, 
And  harmony  of  foul, 
And  heard  divineft  numbers 
In  pure  devotion  roll, 
And  gems  immortal  glowing, 
With  fuch  enlivening  grace, 
I  view'd  the  Saviour's  image 
Impreft  on  every  face. 

Speak  often  to  each  other, 
To  cheer  the  fainting  mind  : 


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And  often  be  your  voices. 
In  pure  devotion  join'd  : 
Though  trials  may  await  you, 
The  crown  betore  you  lies  ; 
Take  courage,  brother  pilgrims, 
And  foon  you'll  win  the  prize. 

Ye  (hall  be  mine,  fays  Jefus, 
In  that  aufpicious  day, 
When  I  make  up  my  jewels, 
Releas'd  from  cumb'rous  clay  ; 
He'll  polifh  and  refine  you, 
From  worth lefs  drofs  and  tin, 
And  to  his  heavenly  kingdom 
Will  bid  you  enter  in. 

On  that  important  morning, 
When  buifting  thunders  found, 
And  nimble  lightning's  waving, 
Shall  wing  the  dead  profound  ; 
Litt  up  your  heads  rejoicing, 
And  clap  your  joyful  hands, 
Lo  you're  redcem'd  forever 
From  death's  corrupted  bands 

As  Aaron  with  his  girdle 
In  mining  jewels  dreft, 
Bore  all  the  tribes  of  Ifrael 
Infcrib'd  upon  his  breaft  ; 
So  will  the  priefts  of  Zion. 
Before  the  Father's  throne 
Prefent  the  heirs  of  glory, 
And  God  the  kindred  own. 


54 

The  golden  bells  will  echo 
Around  the  facred  hill  ; 
And  fweet  immortal  anthems 
The  vocal  regions  fill  ; 
In  everlafting  beauty 
The  fhming  millions  ftand, 
Safe  on  the  rock  of  ages, 
Amid  the  promis'd  land. 

We'll  range  the  wide  dominion 
Of  our  Redeemer  round, 
And  in  diflolving  raptures 
Be  loft  in  love  profound  ; 
While  all  the  flaming  harpers 
Begin  the  lafting  long, 
With  hallelujahs  rolling 
From  the  unnumber'd  throng. 


HYMN.    P.M. 

Love  to  Christ. 

0  JESUS,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit, 
With  love  and  thanksgiving  fall   down  at  thy 

feet  ; 
In  sacrifice  offer  my  soul,  flesh  and  blood  ; 
Thou  art  my  redeemer,  my  Lord  and  my  God. 

1  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  my  love, 

I  love  thee,  my  Saviour,  I  love  thee,  my  Drive  ; 
I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  and  that  thou  dost  know, 
.But  how  much  1  love  thee,  1  never  can  show. 


'55 

All  human  expressions  are  empty  and  vain, 
They  cannot  unriddle  this  heavenly  flame  ; 
I'm  sure  if  the  tongue  of  an  angel  were  mine, 
I  could  not  this  mysl'ry  completely  define. 

I'm  happy,  I'm  happy,  O  wond'rous  account  I 
My  joys  are  immortal,  I  stand  on  the  mount ; 
I  gaze  on  my  treasure,  and  long  to  be  there, 
With  Jesus  and  angels,  my  kindred  so  dear. 

O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  with  thee  I  am  blest  ! 
My  life  and  salvation,  my  joy  and  my  rest ! 
Thy  name  be  my  theme,  and  thy  love  be  my  song. 
Thy  grace  shall  inspire  my  heart  &  my  tongue. 

O,  who's  like  mv  Saviour  ?  he's  Salem's  bright 

King! 
Be  smiles  and  he  loves  me,  and  learns  me  to 

sin?  $ 
I'll  praise  him,  I'll  praise  him,  with  notes  loud 

and  shrill. 
While  rivers  of  pleasure  my  spirits  doth  fill. 


HYMN.     P.  M. 
ALMIGHTY  love  inspire. 
My  heart  with  sacred  fire, 
And  animate  desire 

My  soul  to  renew  : 
I  love  my  blessed  Jesus, 
On  whom  each  angel  gazes, 
And  symphony  increases, 

AJbove  the  ethereal  blue- 

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CHORUS. 

And  O  give  him  glory, 
And  O  give  him  glory, 
And  O  give  him  glory, 

For  glory  is  his  own. 
And  you  may  give  him  glory, 
And  I  will  give  him  glory, 
We'll  shout,  and  give  him  glory. 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

My  tender  hearted  Jesus,, 
Thy  love  my  soul  amazes, 
Thou  diedst  for  to  save  us, 

When  lost  and  undone  : 
No  seraph  could  redeem  ns, 
No  angel  could  retrieve  us, 
No  arm  could  relieve  us, 

But  Jesus  alone. 

And  O  give  him  glory,  &c. 

In  him  I  hate  helieved, 
He  has  my  soul  retrieved, 
From  sin  he  has  redeemed, 

My  soul  which  was  dead  : 
And  now  T  love  my  Saviour, 
For  1  am  in  his  favor, 
And  hope  with  him  forever, 

The  golden  streets  to  tread. 
And  O  give  him  glory,  &c< 

Yet  here  awhile  I  stay, 
In  hopes  of  that  glad  day, 
When  1  am  calfM  away, 
To  the  mansions  above  : 


$7 

There  to  enjoy  the  treasure, 
Of  unconsuming  pleasure. 
And  shout  in  highest  measure, 
Hallelujahs  of  love. 

And  O  give  him  glory,  &«. 

In  hopes  of  seeing  Jesus, 
When  all  my  conflict  ceases  5 
To  him  my  love  increases, 

To  worship  and  adore. 
Come  then,  my  blessed  Saviour, 
Vouchsafe  to  me  thy  favor, 
To  dwell  with  thee  forever, 

When  time  shall  be  no  more. 
And  O  give  him  glory,  &c. 

Then  in  the  blooming  garden 
Of  Eden,  gain'd  by  pardon, 
Upon  the  banks  of  Jordan 

We'll  worship  the  Lamb: 
Well  sing  the  song  of  Aloses, 
While  Jesus  sweet  composes, 
A  song  that  never  closes, 

Of  praises  to  his  name. 

And  O  give  him  glory,  &c. 

See  yonder  is  the  glory, 
It  Jies  but  just  before  me, 
And  there  we'll  tell  the  story 

Of  all  redeeming  love  : 
And  there  we  shall  forever, 
Drink  of  the  flowing  river, 
And  ever,  ever,  ever, 

Surround  the  throne  of  love; 

D    2 


68 

O  there  we'll  give  thee  glory? 
O  there  we'll  give  thee  glory, 
O  there  we'll  give  thee  glory, 

And  sing  the  song  of  love. 
And  you  may  give  him  glory,  &e 


HYMN.     L.  M. 

I'M  glad  I  ever  saw  the  day, 

We  met  to  sing,  and  preach  and  pray  3 

Here's  glory,  glory  in  my  soul, 

Which  makes  me  praise  the  Lord  so  bold* 

Lord,  keep  us  safe  while  passing  through- 
And  fill  our  souls  with  meekness  too  : 
Redeeming  grace,  that  pleasing  song, 
We'll  sing  as  we  do  pass  along. 

I  hope  to  praise  him  when  I  rise, 
And  shout  salvation  through  the  skie;? 
Sing  glory,  glory  in  the  air, 
Meet  all  my  'Fathers  children  there. 


HYMN. 

AWAKE,  O  guilty  world  awake  , 
Behold  the  earth's  foundation  shake, 

While  the  Redeemer  bleeds  for  you  ; 
His  death  proclaims  to  Adam's  race, 
Free  Grace,  Free  Grace,  Free  Grace,, 

To  all  the  Jews,  and  Gentiks  too. 


59 

Come,  guilt;  mortals,  come  and  see 
Yo  .r  Saviour  hanging  on  the  tree, 

For  you  all  dressM  in  purple  gore  ; 
His  weight  of  woe  did  veil  the  sun, 
Tis  done,  'tis  done,  'tis  done, 

That  man  might  live  forevermore. 

Behold  the  wounded  Lamb  of  God, 
Spreading  his  bleeding  hands  abroad  -7 

Come,  see  him  yielding  up  to  death, 
Behold  him  in  his  agonies, 
He  dies,  he  dies,  he  dies, 

And  yields  his  last  expiring  breath, 

He  dies,  and  triumphs  over  death, 
To  give  the  dead  immortal  breath, 

And  spread  the  wonders  of  his  name  ; 
Shout  brethren,  shout,  with  cheerful  voice, 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  rejoice, 

And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lamb. 


HYMN.    P.M. 

HOSANNAH  to  Jesus,  I'm  fiHM   with  his 

praises  ; 
Come,  O  my  dear  brethren,  and  help  me  to  sing: 
No  theme  is  so  charming,  no  love  is  so  warming, 
It  gives  joy  and  gladness  and  comfort  within. 

CHORUS. 

Hosannah,  hosannah,  hosannah  we'll  raise, 
Hosannah.  hallelujah  to  the  Lamb  for  free 
grace  ! 

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Hosannah  is  ringing,  O  how  I  love  singing, 
There's    nothing  so  sweet   as  the  souiid  of  his 

name  ; 
The  angels  in  glory  repeat  (he  glad  story, 
Of  Jesus'  love,  whieh  is  made  known  to  men. 
11  o san u ah,  &c. 

Hosannah  to  Jesus,  who  died  for  to  save  us, 
I'll  serve  him  and  love  him  wherever  I  go  ; 
11  e*s  now  gone  to  heaven,  the  spirit  is  given* 
To  quicken  and  comfort  his  children  below. 
Hosannah,  &c. 

Hosannah  forever,  his  grace  like  a  river, 
is  rising  and  spreading  all  over  the  land, 
His  love  is  unbounded,  to  all  it's  extended, 
And  sinners  are  feeling  the  heavenly  flame. 
*  Hosannah,  &e. 

Hosannah  to  Jesns,  my  soul  how  it  pleases, 
To  see  sinners  falling  and  crying  to  God  ; 
To  see  them  now  rising,  'tis  truly  surprising, 
They've  found  peace  &  pardon  in  Jesus'  blood. 
Hosannah,  &c. 

Hosannah  is  ringing,  O  how  they  are  singing, 
The  praises  of  Jeeus,  and  tasting  his  love  : 
The  sound  goes  to  heaven,  the  spirit  is  given, 
It  rolls  through  my  soul,   from    the  mansions 
above.  .  ,      * 

Hosannah,  &c. 

Hosannah  to  Jesus,  my  soul  feels  him  precious, 
la  sweet  streams  of  glory  he  comes  from  above : 


ol 

My  heart  is  now  glowing,  I  feel  his  blood  iiow 

ing, 
I'm  sure  that  my  Jesus  I  really  do  love. 
Hosannah,  &c. 

Hosannah  is  ringing,  the  saints  they  are  singing 
And  marching  to  glory,  in  bright  royal  bam!s  : 
Come  on,  my  dear  brethren,  let's  all  go  to  hea- 
ven, 
For  Jesus  invites  us  with  crowns  in  his  hands, 
Hosannah,  &c. 

Hosannah  to  Jesus,  my  soul  sweetly  rises, 
I'll  soon  be  transported  to  a  happier  clime, 
When  I  shall  see  Jesus,  and  dwell  on  his  praises, 
And  with  him  in  glory  eternally  shine. 

Hosannah,  hosannah,  hosannah  we'll  raise, 
Hosannah,   hallelujah  to  the  Lamb  for  free 
grace  i 


HYMN.    P.  M 

DON'T  you  see  my  Jesus  coming, 
Don't  you  see  him  in  yonder  cloud  ! 

With  ten  thousand  angels  round  him, 
See  how  they  do  my  Jesus  crowd  ! 

CHORUS. 

Well-beloved,  blessed  Saviour, 
Well -beloved  Priest  and  King  ! 

All  glory  to  the  Lamb  that  was  slain. 
For  us  he  did  salvation  bring. 

D   4 


62 

BfiW't  you  see  his  arms  extended, 
Don't  you  bear  his  charm  ins;  voice. 

Each  loving  heart  beats  high  for  glory, 
O  my  Jesus  is  my  choice. 

Well-beloved,  &c. 

Don't  you  see  the  saints  ascending, 
Hear  them  shouting  through  the  air, 

Jesus  smiling,  trumpets  sounding, 
Now  his  glory  they  shall  share. 
Well-beloved,  &c. 

Don't  you  see  the  heaven's  open  ! 

And  the  saints  in  glory  there, 
Shouts  of  triumph  bursting  round  you, 

Glory,  glory,  glory  here  ! 
Well-beloved,  &c. 

Gome,  backsliders,  though  you've  pierc'd  him. 

And  have  caus'd  his  church  to  mourn  ; 
Yet  you  may  regain  free  pardon, 

If  you  will  to  him  return. 

Well-beloved,  Sfc. 

Now  behold  each  loving  spirit, 
Shout  the  praise  of  his  dear  name, 

View  the  smiles  of  their  dear  Jesus, 
While  his  presence  feeds  the  flame. 
W'ell-beloved,  <§*c. 

There  we'll  range  the  fields  of  pleasure, 

By  our  dear  Redeemer's  side  ; 
Shouting  glory,  glory,  glory, 

While  eternal  ages  glide. 
Well-beloved,  #c. 


63 
HYMN,  P.  M. 

The  Wandering  Pilgrims. 

WAND'RING  pilgrims,  mourning  christians, 

Weak  aud  tempted  Iambs  of  Christ, 
Who  endure  great  tribulation, 

And  with  sins  are  much  distress'd, 
Christ  has  sent  me  to  invite  you 

To  a  ricli  and  costly  feast ; 
Let  not  shame  nor  pride  prevent  you, 

Come,  the  sweet  provision  taste. 

If  you  have  a  heart  lamenting, 

And  bemoan  your  wretched  case, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  repenting, 

He  will  give  you  gospel  grace. 
If  you  want  a  heart  to  fear  him, 

Love  and  serve  him  all  your  days. 
Only  come  to  Christ  and  ask  him, 

lie  will  guide  your  feet  always. 

If  your  heart  is  unbelieving, 

Doubting  Jesus'  pard'ning  love  ; 
Lay  hard  by  Bethesda  waiting, 

Till  the  troubled  waters  move. 
Jf  no  man  appears  to  help  you, 

All  their  efforts  prove  but  talk  ; 
Jesus,  Jesus,  he  will  cleanse  you. 

Rise,  take  up  your  bed  aud  walk. 

If  like  Peter  you  are  sinking, 
In  the  sea  of  unbelief  5 


* 


Wait  with  patience,  always  praying, 
Christ  will  send  you  sweet  relief; 

He  will  give  you  grace  and  glory, 
All  your  wants  shall  he  supply'd, 

Canaan,  Canaan  lies  before  you, 
Rise,  and  cross  the  swelling  tide. 

Death  shall  not  destroy  your  comfort, 

Christ  shall  guard  you  through  the  gloom? 
Down  he'll  send  a  heavenly  convoy, 

To  convey  you  to  his  home  ; 
There  you'll  spend  your  days  in  pleasure. 

Free  from  every  want  and  care  ; 
Come,  O  !  come  my  blessed  Saviour, 

Fain  my  spirit  would  be  there. 


HYMN.    L.M. 

NOW  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise. 
To  my  dear  Lord  my  voice  I'll  raise, 
With  all  the  saints  I'll  join  to  tell 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

CHORUS. 

It  was  glory  then,  there's  glory  now, 
There's  glory  on  my  journey  home. 

All  worlds  his  glorious  power  confess. 
His  wisdom  all  his  works  express  : 
But  O  his  love,  what  tongue  can  tell  I 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  welL 
It  was  glorv,  <5*c* 

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65 

I  spurn'd  Ms  j^raee — I  broke  his  laws. 
But  yet  he  undertook  my  cause, 
To  save  me.  though  I  did  rebel ; 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 
There  was  glory,  8fc. 

At  last  my  soul  has  known  his  love, 
What  merey  lias  he  made  me  prove  ! 
Mercy  which  doth  all  praise  excel  : 

ry  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 
There  was  glory,  <J*c. 

If  e'er  my  Saviour  and  my  God, 
Did  on  me  lay  his  chasfning  rod, 
I  knew  whatever  me  befel, 
My  Jesus  would  do  all  things  well. 
Thera  was  glory,  Sfe. 

Though  many  a  fiery  flaming  dart, 
Be  aim'd  to  wound  me  to  the  heart, 
With  this  I  all  their  rage  expel,  . 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 
There  was  glory,  &c. 

Oft  times  my  Lord  his  face  did  hide  j 
To  make  me  pray  or  kill  my  pride ; 
Yet  on  my  mind  it  still  doth  dwell. 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 
There  was  glory,  Sfc. 

Soon  shall  I  pass  the  vale  of  death, 
And  in  his  arnii  resign  my  breath  : 
Then,  then,  my  happy  soul  shailtel?, 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well, 
There  was  glory,  Sfc. 


< 


M 

And  when  to  that  bright  world  I  rise. 
And  join  sweet  seraphs  in  the  skies, 
Above  the  rest  this  note  shall  swell. 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 
There  was  glory,  $c. 


HYMN.  P.M. 

COME  and  taste  along  with  ttA, 
Consolation  running  free  ; 
From  my  Father's  wealthy  throne, 
Sweeter  than  the  honey  comb. 

CHORUS. 

I'll  praise  God,  and  you'll  praise  God, 

And  we'll  all  praise  God  together, 

I'll  praise  the  Lord,  for  the  work  that  he  has 

done, 
And  we'll  bless  his  name  forever. 

Why  should  Christians  feast  alone  ? 
Two  are  better  far  than  one  ; 
The  more  that  comes  with  free  good  will. 
Makes  the  banquet  sweeter  stiiC 

Now  I  go  to  heaven's  door, 
Asfcing  for  a  little  more, 
Jesus  gives  a  double  share, 
Calling  me  his  chosen  heir. 

Goodness  running  like  a  stream, 
Through  the  New  Jerusalem  5 


67 

By  its  constant  breaking  forth, 
Sweetens  earth  and  heaven  both. 

Saints  in  glory  sing  aloud) 
For  to  see  an  heir  of  God, 
Coming  in  at  heaven's  door, 
Making  up  the  number  more. 

Heaven  here  and  heaven  there, 
Comforts  flowing  every  where  ; 
•'This  1  boldly  can  attest, 
That  my  soul  has  got  a  taste. 

Now  I  go  rejoicing  home, 
From  the  banquet  of  perfume  ; 
Gleaning  manna  on  the  road, 
Dropping  from  the  mount  of  God. 

O  return,  ye  sons  of  grace, 
Turn  and  see  God's  smiling  face  5 
Hark  !  he  calls  backsliders  home, 
Then  from  him  no  longer  roam. 

I'll  praise  God  and  you'll  praise  God, 

And  we'll  all  praise  God  together, 

I'll  prai£2  the  Lord  for  the   work  that  he  has 

done, 
And  we'll  bless  his  name  forever. 


HYMN.    L.  M. 

Home  in  View. 
i  AS  when  the  wean  traveller  gains 
The  height  of  some  o'crlookiog  hill. 


68 

flis  heart  revives,  if  cross  tlie  plains 
He  views  his  home,  though  distant  still 

While  he  surveys  the  much  lov'd  spot, 
He  slights  the  space  that  lies  between  ; 
His  past  fatigues  are  now  forgot, 
Because  his  journey's  end  is  seen. 

Thus  when  the  christian  pilgrim  views? 
By  faith,  his  mansion  in  the  skies, 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wiugs  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize, 

't'he  thought  of  home  his  spirit  cheers  ; 
No  more  he  grieves  for  trouble  past. 
Nor  any  future  trial  fears, 
So  he  may  safe  arrive  at  last. 

JTis  there,  he  says,  I  am  to  dwell 
With  Jesus  in  the  realms  of  day  5 
Then  shall  I  bid  my  cares  farewell,''' 
And  he  shall  wipe  my  tears  away. 

Jesus,  on  thee  our  hope  depends, 
To  lead  us  on  to  thine  abode  ; 
Assur'd  our  home  will  make  amends 
For  all  our  toil  while  on  the  road* 


HYMN.     L.  M. 

Freedom  of  the  Human  WilL 
KNOW  then  that  every  soul  i  s  free, 
To  choose  his  life  and  what  he'll  be  5 


69 


For  this  eternal  truth  has  given, 
That  God  will  force  no  man  to  heave*, 

He'll  draw,  persuade,  direct  him  right  ; 
Bless  him  with  wisdom,  love  and  light  : 
3n  nameless  ways  be  good  and  kind, 
But  never  force  the  human  mind. 

Freedom  and  reason  make  us  men  : 
StfTake  these  away,  what  are  we  then  ? 
Bplere  animals,  and  just  as  well, 
^The  leasts  may  think  of  heaven  or  helL 

May  we  no  more  our  powers  abuse, 
But  ways  of  truth  and  goodness  choose  ; 
Our  God  is  pleas'd  when  we  improve 
His  grace,  and  seek  the  world  above. 

It's  ray  free  will  for  to  believe, 
Tig  God's  free  will  me  to  receive  .• 
To  stubborn  willers  this  I'll  tell. 
It's  ail  free  grace  and  all  free  will. 

Those  that  despise  grow  harder  still  ? 
Those  that  adhere,  he  turns  their  will  v 
And  thus  despisers  sink  to  hell, 
While  those  that  hear  in  glory  dwell 

15nt  if  we  take  the  downward  road, 
And  make  in  hell  our  last  abode  ; 
Our  God  is  clear,  and  we  shal!  know, 
We've  plung'd  ourselves  in  endless  wo*. 


70 

HYMN.     L  M. 

GOD  of  my  life,  whose  gracious  pow'r, 
Thro'  various  deaths  my  soul  hath  led  } 

Or  turn'd  aside  the  fatal  hour, 
Or  lifted  up  my  sinking  head  ! 

In  all  my  ways,  thy  hand  I  own, 
Thy  ruling  Providpnee  I  see  ; 

Assist  me  still  thy  course  to  run,  „ 
And  still  direct  my  paths  to  thee. 

Whither,  O  whither  should  I  fly, 
But  to  my  loving  Saviour's  hreast ; 

Secure  within  thine  arms  to  lie, 

And  safe  beneath  thy  wings  to  rest  I 

I  have  no  skill  the  snare  to  shun, 

But  thou,  O  Christ!  my  wisdom  art  5 

I  ever  into  ruin  run, 

But  thou  art  greater  than  my  heart. 

Foolish,  and  impotent,  and  blind, 
Leac!  me  a  way  1  have  not  known  ; 

Bring  me  where  1  my  heav'n  may  find^ 
The  heav'n  of  loving  thee  alone. 

Enlarge  my  heart  to  make  thee  room  ; 

Enter  in  me  and  ever  stay  ; 
The  crooked  then  shall  straight  becomes 

The  darkness  shall  be  lost  in  dav  I 


71 
HYMN.     C.  M. 

GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 

His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea. 

And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 

And  works  his  sov'reign  will. 

Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take. 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread, 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break, 

In  blessings  on  vour  head. 

Judge  not  the  Lord,  by  feeble  sense, 
But  trust  him  for  his  grace  : 

Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  ev'ry  hour  ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 

But  sweet  will  be  the  flow'r. 

Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  his  work  in  vain. 

God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 


72 
HYMN.     L.  M. 

AWAY,  my  unbelieving  fear  ! 

Fear  shall  in  me  no  more  have  place 
My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear, 

He  hides  the  brightness  of  his  face  : 
But  shall  I  therefore  let  him  go. 

And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
No,  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no, 

I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 

Although  the  vine  its  fraits  deny  ; 

Although  the  olive  yield  uo  oil  ; 
The  withering  fig-trees  droop  and  die  ; 

The  fields  elude  the  tiller's  toil  ; 
The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford, 

And  perish  all  the  bleating  race  ; 
Yet  will  I  triumph  in  the  Lord, 

The  God  of  my  salvation  praise. 

Barren  although  my  soul  remain, 

And  no  one  bud  of  grace  appear  ; 
No  fruit  of  all  my  toil  and  pain. 

But  sin,  and  only  sin  is  here  : 
Although  my  gifts  and  comforts  lost, 

My  blooming  hopes  cut  off  1  see  ; 
Yet  will  I  in  my  Saviour  trust, 

And  glory  that  he  died  for  me. 

In  hope  believing  against  hope, 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  I  cluine, 

Jes-».;s,  mf  sifengii  ,  shall  iift  me  u$7 
ftalrafttbn  is  in  Jesus9  name  ; 


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To  me  he  soon  shall  bring  it  nigh, 

My  soul  shall  then  out-strip  the  wind  ; 

On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high, 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 


HYMN. 
COME  on  my  partners  in  distress, 
My  comrades  through  the  wilderness* 

Who  still  your  bodies  feel  ; 
A  while  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  behind  this  vale  of  tears, 

To  that  celestial  hill. 

Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space*, 
Look  forward  to  that  heav'nly  place, 

The  saints'  secure  abode  : 
On  faith's  strong  eagle-pinions  rise, 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

Who  suffer  with  our  master  here, 
We  shall  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  side  sit  down  ; 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure  ; 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 

Thrice  blessed  bliss,  inspiring  hope  j 
It  lifts  the  fainting  spirits  up  : 

It  brings  to  lite  the  dead  ! 
Our  conflicts  here  shall  soon  be  pasfcj 
And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last 

Triumphant  with  our  head. 


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That  great  mysterious  Deity 

We  soon  with  open  face  shall  see  : 

The  beatific  sight 
Shall  fill  the  heav'nly  courts  with  praise, 
And  wide  diffuse  the  golden  blaze 

Of  everlasting  light. 

The  Father  shining  on  his  throne, 
The  glorious  co-eternal  Son, 

The  spirit  one  and  sev'n, 
Conspire  our  rapture  to  complete  ; 
And  lo  !  we  fall  before  his  feet, 

And  silence  heightens  heav'n. 

In  hope  of  that  eestatic  pause, 
Jesus,  we  now  sustain  the  cross, 

And  at  thy  footstool  fall, 
Till  thou  our  hidden  life  reveal. 
Till  thou  our  ravish'd  spirits  fill, 

And  God  is  all  in  all. 


HYMN.     L.  M. 
A  short  Address  twreal  Christians, 

NOW  to  the  pilgrims  born  of  God, 
In  Jesus'  name  these  lines  I  hand  ; 

To  cheer  you  on  your  christian  road, 
And  point  you  to  the  heavenly  land. 

When  I  am  gone  and  yp  survive, 

Make  the  Redeemer's  name  your  theme  ; 

And  while  these  mortal  climes  ye  rove, 
The  wonders  of  his  love  proclaim. 


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Soon  I  shall  end  my  christian  race, 
And  tread  your  mortal  climes  no  more  ; 

But  through  Jehovah's  boundless  grace, 
Safe  shall  1  reach  the  heavenly  shore. 

No  distant  space  to  take  my  flight, 
When  I  shall  close  these  mortal  eyes  j 

But  in  eternal  realms  of  light, 

Awake  with  pleasure  and  surprise. 

0  what  transporting  seas  of  bliss  ! 
Where  I  shall  sail  with  sweet  delight ; 

There  God  my  lasting  portion  is, 
Shining  beyond  conception  bright. 

How  will  the  heaven  transporting  blaze, 
The  powers  of  all  my  soul  employ  ! 

1  soaring  still  aloft  shall  gaze, 

On  that  eternal  source  of  joy. 

Though  millions  are  the  hosts  above, 
They  now  in  God  are  all  hut  one  5 

And  all  so  ravish'd  with  his  love, 
They  nothing  know  but  God  alone. 

My  soul  so  ravish'd  in  that  sea, 

I've  lost  myself,  and  wondVing,  gaze  ; 

This  God  is  all  I  feel  or  see, 
I'm  lost  in  his  meridian  blaze  I 

I  drink,  I  soar,  I  gaze,  I  rove, 

O'er  these  transporting  scenes  of  bliss, 
Still  lost  with  ttonder  in  his  love, 

My  soul  !  and  what  a  God  is  this; 

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Ten  thousand  blazing  realms  of  light. 
Proclaim  their  God,  and  say  Amen  I 

My  soul  stil!  soaring  in  her  flight, 
My  God  is  all,  I  drop  my  pen. 


HYMN.  P.  M. 

The  heavenly  mariner, 

THROUGH  tribulation's  deep, 

The  way  to  glory  is, 

This  stormy  course  I  keep, 

On  these  tempestuous  seas. 
By  waves  and  winds  Pm  tost  and  driven, 
Freighted  with  grace,  and  hound  to  heaven 

Sometimes  temptations  blow 

A  dreadful  hurricane, 

And  high  the  waters  flow, 

And  o'er  the  sides  break  in  ; 
But  still  my  little  ship  outbraves 
The  blustering  winds  and  surging  waves* 

When  I  in  my  distress, 

My  anchor  hope,  can  cast 

"Within  the  promises, 

It  holds  my  vessel  fast  : 
Safely  she  then  at  anchor  rides, 
'Midst  stormy  blasts  and  swelling  tides 

If  a  dead  calm  ensues, 
And  heaven  no  breezes  give, 


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The  oar  of  prayer  I  use, 

I  tug  and  toil  and  strive  ; 
Through  storms  and  calms  for  many  a  day, 
1  make  but  very  little  way. 

But  when  a  heavenly  breeze 

Springs  up  and  fills  my  sail. 

My  vessel  goes  with  ease 

Before  the  pleasant  gale. 
And  runs  as  much  an  hour  or  more5 
As  in  a  month  or  two  before. 

Hid  by  the  clouds  from  sight, 

The  sun  doth  not  appear, 

Nor  can  I  in  the  night 

Behold  the  moou  or  star  ; 
Sometimes  for  days  and  weeks  or  more# 
I  cannot  see  the  sky  or  shore. 

As  at  the  time  of  noon 
My  quadrant  faith,  I  take, 
To  view  my  Christ,  my  sun  t 
If  he  the  clouds  should  break. 

I'm  happy  when  his  face  I  see, 

I  know  then  whereabout  I  be. 

The  Bible  is  u>y  chart, 

By  it  the  seas  I  know  ; 

I  cannot  with  it  part, 

It  rocks  and  sands  doth  show. 
It  is  a  chart  and  compass  too, 
Whose  needle  points  forever  true, 


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Ikeep  aloof  from  pride, 

Those  rocks  I  pass  with  care  5 

I  studiously  avoid 

The  whirlpool  of  despair. 
Presumptiou's  quicksands  too  I  shun, 
Near  them  I  do  not  choose  to  run. 

When  through  a  strait  I  go, 

Or  near  some  coast  am  drove, 

The  plummet  forth  I  throw, 

And  thus  my  safety  prove. 
The  Scripture  is  the  line  which  I 
Fathom  the  depth  of  water  by. 

My  vessel  would  be  lost 

In  spite  of  all  my  care, 

But  that  the  Holy  Ghost 

Himself  vouchsafes  to  steer. 
And  I  through  all  my  voyage  will 
Depend  upon  my  steersman's  skill. 

Ere  I  can  reach  heaven's  coast, 

I  must  a  gulf  pass  through, 

Which  dreadful  proves  to  most 5 

For  all  this  passage  go. 
But  all  death's  waves  can't  me  o'erwhelm. 
If  God  himself  is  at  my  helm. 

When  through  this  gulf  I  get, 

Though  rough  it  is  but  short, 

The  pilot  angels  meet, 

To  bring  me  into  port. 
And  when  I  lar'd  on  that  blest  shor 
I  shall  be  safe  forever  more. 


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HYMN.    L.M. 

Prayer  answered  by  crosses'. 

I  ASK'D  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 
In  faith  and  love  and  holiness  ; 

Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 
And  seek  more  earnestly  his  face. 

'Twas  he  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray, 
And  he  I  trust  has  answer'd  prayer  j 

But  it  has  been  in  such  a  way, 
As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 

I  hop'd  that  in  some  favor'd  hour. 
At  once  he'd  answer  my  request ; 

And  by  his  love's  constraining  power3 
Subdue  my  sins  and  give  me  rest. 

Instead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 
The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart, 

And  let  the  angry  powers  of  hell 
Assault  my  soul  in  every  part. 

Yea  more,  with  his  own  hand  he  seem'd 

Intent  to  aggravate  my  woe  ; 
Cross'd  all  the  fair  designs  I  schem'd, 

Blasted  my  gourds  and  laid  me  low. 

6i  Lord  why  is  this,"  I  trembling  cried, 
"  Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death  r 

"  'Tis  in  this  way,"  the  Lord  replied, 
"  I  answer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith, 

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**  These  inward  trials  I  employ, 

"  From  self  and  pride  to  set  thee  free  ; 

M  And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 
*<  That  thou  may'st  seek  thy  all  in  me/* 


HYMN.    L.M, 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives. 
I  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 
W  hat  comfort  this  sweet  sentence  gives 
He  lives,  he  lives,  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives,  my  everlasting  head. 

He  lives  triumphant  from  the  grave5 
He  lives  eternally  to  save  ; 
He  lives  all  glorious  in  the  sky, 
He  lives  exalted  there  on  high, 

He  lives  to  hless  me  with  his  love* 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above, 
He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed, 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  aeed. 

He  lives  and  grants  me  rich  supply. 
He  lives  to  guide  me  with  his  eye, 
He  lives  to  comfort  me  when  faint, 
He  lives  to  hear  my  soul's  complaint. 

He  lives  to  crush  the  powers  of  hell, 
He  lives  that  he  may  in  me  dwell, 
He  lives  to  heal  and  make  me  whole, 
lie  lives  to  guard  my  feeble  soul. 


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He  lives  to  silence  all  ray  fears  ; 
He  lives  to  slop  and  wipe  my  tears, 
He  lives  to  calm  my  troubled  heart, 
He  lives  all  blessings  to  impart. 

He  lives  my  kind,  my  heavenly  friend, 
He  lives  and  loves  me  to  the  end  ; 
He  lives,  and  while  he  lives  I'll  sing, 
He  lives  my  Prophet,  Priest  and  King.' 

He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  breath, 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death, 
He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare, 
He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

He  lives,  all  glory  to  his  name, 
He  lives  my  Jesus,  still  the  same  ; 

0  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives, 

1  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives. 


HYMN.    ?.  M.        Jl  Dialogue 


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Brethren  and  Sisters. 

^E'RE  ou  our  journey  home, 
We're  on  our  journey  home, 
We're  on  our  journey  home, 

To  the  New  Jerusalem. 
Then  rise  and  give  him  glory, 
Then  rise  and  give  him  glory. 
Then  rise  and  give  him  glorV. 

For  glory  is  his  due. 


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Sisters. 
0  Brethren  do  you  know  him, 
O  Brethren  do  yon  know  him, 
0  Brethren  do  you  know  him, 
To  be  precious  to  your  souls  ? 

Brethren, 
Yes  Sisters  we  all  know  him. 
Yes  Sisters  we  all  know  him, 
Y  es  Sisters  we  all  know  him, 
To  be  precious  to  our  souls. 

Sisters. 
Then  rise  and  give  him  glory. 
Then  rise  and  give  him  glory, 
Then  rise  and  give  him  glory* 
For  glory  is  his  due. 

Brethren. 
O  Sisters  do  you  know  him, 
O  Sisters  do  you  know  him, 
O  Sisters  do  you  know  him, 
To  be  precious  to  your  souls  ? 

Sisters. 
Yes  Brethren  we  all  know  him, 
Yes  Brethren  we  all  know  him, 
yes  Brethren  we  all  know  him. 
To  be  precious  to  our  souls. 

Brethren. 
Then  rise  and  give  him  glory, 
Then  rise  and  give  him  glory, 
Then  rise  and  give  him  glory, 
For  glory  is  his  due, 


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Brethren  and  Sisters. 
We're  on  our  journey  home, 
We're  on  our  journey  home, 
WVre  on  our  journey  home, 

To  the  New  Jerusalem. 
All  rise  and  give  him  glory, 
All  rise  and  give  him  glory, 
All  rise  and  give  him  glory, 

For  giory  is  his  due. 


HYMN.     I.  Af. 

THOU  Lamb  of  God,  thou  Prince  of  peace, 
For  thee  my  thirsty  soul  dVoth  pine  ! 

My  longing  heart  implores  thy  grace  : 
O  make  me  in  thy  likeness  shine  ! 

With  fraudless,  even  humble  mind, 
Thy  will  in  all  things  may  I  see  ! 

In  love  be  ev'ry  wish  resign'd, 

And  hallow'd  my  whole  heart  to  thee. 

When  pain  o'er  my  weak  flesh  prevails, 
With  lamb-like  patience  arm  my  breast :; 

W  Men  grief  my  wounded  soul  assails, 
In  lowly  meekness  may  1  rest. 

Close  by  thy  side  still  may  I  keep, 
Howe'er  life's  various  currents  flow  ; 

With  steadfast  eye  mark  ev'rystep, 
And  follow  thee  where'er  thou  go, 


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'Thou,  Lord,  the  dreadful  fight  hast  won  ; 

Alone  thou  hast  the  wine-press  trod  : 
In  me  thy  strengthening  grace  be  shown, 

O  may  I  conquer  through  thy  blood  ! 

So,  when  on  Sion  thou  shalt  stand, 

And  all  heav'ns  hosts  adore  their  king. 

Shall  I  be  found  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  free  from  pain  thy  glories  sing. 


HYMN.     C.  M. 

The  Christian  Soldier'. 
AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  r 

Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease  5 
Whilst  others  sought  to  win  the  prize. 

And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 

To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ; 
1*11  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 

Supported  by  thy  word. 


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Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war, 
Shall  conquer  tho'  they  die  ; 

They  see  the  triumph  from  afar. 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 

The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


HYMN.    CM. 

♦   The  Sufferings  of  Christ. 

THE  Son  of  man  they  did  betray  : 
He  was  condemn'd  and  led  away  : 
Think,  O  my  soul,  on  that  dread  day  : 

Look  on  mount  Calvary. 
Behold  him  lamb-like  led  along, 
Surrounded  by  a  wicked  throng, 
Accused  by  each  lying  tongue, 
And  then  the  Lamb  of  God  they  hur.g^ 

Upon  the  shameful  tree. 

'Twas  thus  the  glorious  sufferer  stood, 
"With  hands  and  feet  naii'd  to  the  wood  £ 
From  every  wound  a  stream  of  blood 

Came  flowing  down  amain. 
His  bitter  groans  all  nature  shook, 
And  at  his  voice  the  rocks  were  broke, 
And  sleeping  saints  their  graves  forsook, 
"While  spiteful  Jews  around  him  mock'd, 

And  laughed  at  his  pain. 


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frow  hung  between  the  earth  and  skies? 

Behold  !  in  agonies  he  dies  : 

O,  sinners,  hear  his  mournful  cries  ! 

Come  see  his  tortVing  pain. 
The  mourning  sun  withdrew  his  light, 
Blush'd  and  refus'd  to  view  the  sight; 
The  azure  cloth'd  in  robes  of  night, 
All  natur*1  mourn M  and  stood  alright,. 

When  Christ  the  LgtJ  was  slain. 

Hark !  men  and  Angels ;  hear  the  son ! 
He  cries  for  help  :  but  O  !  there's  none  ; 
He  treads  the  wine-press  all  alone, 

His  garments  stain'd  with  blood.     f 
In  lamentations  hear  him  cry, 
ESoi.  lama  sabaethani. 
Though  death  may  close  his  languid  eyes. 
He  soon  will  mount  the  upper  skies, 

The  conquering  Son  of  God. 

The  Jews  and  Romans  in  a  baud, 

With  hearts  like  steel  around  him  stand  ; 

And  mocking  say,  Come  save  the  land, 

Come  try  yourself  to  save. 
A  soldier  pierc'd  him  when  he  died  5 
Then  healing  streams  came  from  his  side  £ 
And  thus  my  Lord  was  crucified, 
Stern  Justice  now  is  satisfied, 

Sinners  for  you  and  me  ! 

Behold  !  he  mounts  the  throne  of  state 
He  fills  the  mediatorial  seat ; 
"W bile  millions  bowing  at  his  feet, 
With  loud  hosaimas  tell  - 


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Though  he  endur d  exquisite  pains, 
He  Jed  the  monster  death  in  chains, 
Ye  Seraphs  raise  your  loudest  strain*, 
With  music  fill  bright  Eden's  plains? 
He  conquer'd  Death  and  Hell. 

Tis  done  !  The  dreadful  debt  is  paid, 
The  great  atonement  now  is  made. 
Sinners  !  on  him  your  guilt  was  laid, 

For  you  he  spilt  his  blood. 
For  you  his  tender  soul  did  move, 
For  you  he  left  the  courts  above, 
That  you  the  length  and  breadth  might  prove, 
And  heighth  and  depth  of  perfect  love, 

In  Christ  your  smiling  God. 

All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

"Who  reigns  euthron'd  above  the  sky, 

"Who  sent  his  Son  to  bleed  and  die, 

Glory  to  him  be  giv'n. 
While  Heav'n  above  his  praise  resounds^ 

0  Sion  sing — his  grace  abounds. 

1  hope  to  shout  eternal  rounds, 

In  flaming  love  that  knows  no  bounds 
When  swallow'd  up  in  Heav'n. 


HYMN.     L.  M. 

JESUS  !  and  shall  it  ever,be 

A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee  ; 

As'  am'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 

Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days 


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Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star  ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

Ashamed  of  Jesus !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon  ; 
'Tvvas  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  he, 
Bright  morning  star !  bid  darkness  flee. 

Asham'd  of  Jesus!  that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  i 
No,  when  I  blush  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

Asham'd  of  Jesus !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  ts  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain, 
Till  then  I'll  boast  a  Saviour  slain  5 
And  O,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me. 

His  institutions  would  I  prize, 
Take  up  my  cross — the  shame  despise  j 
Dare  to  defend  his  noble  cause. 
And  yield  obedience  to  his  laws, 


HYMN.        Farewell 

FAREWELL,  dear  friends,  I  must  be  gone, 
I  have  no  home  or  stav  with  vou  ; 


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I'll  take  my  staff"  and  travel  on, 

'Till  I  a  better  world  do  view ; 

Farewell, farewell,  farewell^ 
My  loving  friends  farewell. 

Farewell  my  friends  (itne  rolls  along, 
Nor  waits  for  mortals  care  or  bliss  ; 
I  leave  you  here  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 

Farewell,  &c . 

F.arewell  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love  ; 
Yet  we  believe  1  is  gracious  word, 
And  soon  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

Farewell,  &c, 

Farewell  old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 
You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  heaven  $ 
You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross, 
Fight  on,  the  crown  shall  soon  be  given  ; 
Fight  or;,  fight  on,  fight  on, 
The  crown  shall  soon  be  given- 
Farewell  ye  blooming  sons  of  God, 
Sore  conflicts  vet  await  for  you  ; 
Yet  dauntless  Iteep  the  heavenly  road 
Till  Canaan's  happy  land  you  view. 

Farewell,  &c. 

Farewell  poor  careless  sinners  too, 
It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here, 
Et  rnal  vengeance  waits  for  you ; 
O  turn  and  find  salvation  near. 

O  turn.  O  turn.  O  turn, 

And  find  salvation  near, 


90 
HYMN. 

First  Fart. 

OH  !  how  happy  are  they 
Who  the  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above 
Tongue  can  never  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 

Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love  ! 

That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 

When  the  favor  divine 
I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ; 

When  my  heart  it  believ'd 

Wrhat  a  joy  J  reeeiv'd 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus7  name  i 

'Twas  a  heaven  below, 

My  Redeemer  to  know  5 
And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more. 

I  han  to  fall  at  his  feetj 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

Jesus  all  the  day  long 

Was  my  joy  and  my  song; 

O  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  ! 
Heh0ttilov'dme,lcry'd, 
He  hath  sufferM  and  dy'd, 

To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me. 

On  the  wings  of  his  love, 

I  was  ca»  ry'd  above 
Ev'ry  sin  and  temptation  and  pain  ; 


91 

And  I  could  not  believe 
That  I  -ever  should  grieve, 
That  I  ever  should  suiter  again* 

I  then  rode  on  the  sky, 

Freely  justify'd  I, 
Nor  did  envy  Elijah  his  seat ; 

My  glad  soul  mounted  higher, 

In  a  chariot  of  fire, 
And  the  moon  it  was  under  my  feet. 

0  !  the  rapturous  height, 
Of  that  holy  delight, 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  I 
Of  my  Saviour  possest, 

1  was  perfectly  blest, 

As  if  fill'd  with  the  fullness  of  God. 


HYMN. 

Second  Part. 
AH  !  but  where  am  I  now  f 
And  why  was  it,  or  how, 
hat  I  fell  from  my  heaven  of  grace  I 
I  am  brought  into  thrall  ; 
I  am  stripf  of  my  all ; 
I  am  banish'd  from  Jesus'  face  I    • 

Hardly  yet  do  I  know 

How  I  let  my  Lord  go, 
So  insensibly  starting  aside  ; 

When  the  tempter  came  in, 

With  his  own  subtle  sin, 
And  iufected  ray  spirit  with  prifc 
F   i 


92 
But  I  felt  it  too  soon 


That  my  Saviour  was  gone, 
Swiftly  vanishing  out  of  my  sight ! 

Then  my  triumph  and  boast 

On  a  sudden  were  lost, 
And  my  day  it  was  turn'd  into  night. 

Only  pride  could  destroy 

That  sweet  innocent  jay, 
And  thus  make  my  Redeemer  depart ; 

But  whate'er  was  the  cause,  * 

I  lament  the  sad  loss, 
For  the  veil  is  come  over  my  heart. 

0  !  how  wretched  I  am  ! 

1  can  only  exclaim, 

Like  a  devil  fernlented  within  ! 

My  dear  Saviour  is  gone, 

And  has  left  me  alone? 
To  the  fury  of  Satan  and  sin  ! 

Nothing  now  can  relieve  ; 

Without  comfort  1  grieve  ; 
I  have  lost  all  my  peace  and  my  povv,r 

No  access  do  I  find, 

To  the  friend  of  mankind, 
I  can  ask  for  his  mercy  no  more. 

Now,  no  tongue  can  declare 

The  keen  torment  I  bear, 
While  no  end  of  my  troubles  I  see  ; 

Only  Adam  could  tell, 

On  the  day  that  he  fell, 
And  was  turn'd  out  of  Eden  like  me. 


/  93 

/ 

Driven  out  from  my  God, 

I  now  wander  abroad  ; 
Through  a  desert  of  sorrows  I  rove  ; 

And  how  great  is  my  pain, 

That  I  cannot  regain 
My  lost  Eden  of  Jesus'  love  ! 

Tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  rise 

To  my  first  paradise  ? 
Ever  come  my  Redeemer  to  see  ? 

Yet  1  feel  a  feint  hope, 

That  at  last  he  will  stoop, 
And  his  pity  will  bring  him  to  me. 


HYMN. 

AND  am  I  only  born  to  die  ? 
And  must  I  suddenly  comply 

"With  nature's  stern  decree  ? 
What  after  death  for  me  remains  ? 
Celestial  joys,  or  hellish  pains, 

To  all  eternity. 

How  then  ought  I  on  earth  to  live, 
While  God  prolongs  the  kind  reprieve, 

And  props  the  house  of  clay  ; 
My  sole  concern,  my  single  care, 
To  watch  and  tremble  and  prepare 

Against  that  fatal  day  ! 

No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here,  r 
For  worldly  hope,  or  worldly  fear, 
If  life  so  soon  is  gone  ; 

F    2 


94 

If  now  the  judge  is  at  the  door, 
And  all  mankind  must  stand  before- 
ThJ  inexorable  throne  ? 

No  matter  which  my  thoughts  employ,. 
A  moment's  misery  or  joy  ; 

But  O  !  when  both  shalf  end, 
Where  shall  I  find  my  destin'd  plaee  ? 
Shall  I  my  everlastiug  days 

With  fiends  or  angels  spend  ? 

Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath, 
But  how  I  may  escape  the  death 

That  never,  never  dies  ! 
How  make  my  own  ejection  surey 
And  when  I  fail  on  earth,  secure 

A  mansion  iu  the  skies* 

Jesus  vouchsafe  a  pitying  ray, 
Be  thou  my  guide,  be  thou  my  way 

To  glorious  happiness  ! 
Ah  !  write  the  pardon  on  my  heart  t, 
And  whensoe'er  I  hence  depart^ 

Let  me  depart  in  peace  i 


HYMN. 
THOU  God  of  glorious  majesty^ 
To  thee,  against  myself,  to  thte, 

A  worm  of  earth,  I  cry  : 
A  half-awaken'd  child  of  man, 
An  heir  of  endless  bliss  or  pain* 

A  sinner  born  to  die  ! 


95 

Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  lam?, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas,  I  stand 

Secure,  insensible  ; 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell, 

O  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart, 

Eternal  things  impress  ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
To  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteousness  ! 

Before  me  place  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come, 
To  judge  the  nations  at  tny  bar  : 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

J3e  this  ray  one  great  bus'ness  here, 
With  serious  industry  and  fear, 

Eternal  bliss  t'  ensure  ; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil  ; 
To  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above  ! 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sights 
And  hope,  in  full  supreme  delight) 

And  everlasting  love. 
f  3 


9tf 

HYMN.    L.  M. 

Separation. 

COME,  we  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Who  are  from  sin  and  bondage  freed  ; 
Submit  to  all  the  ways  of  God, 
And  walk  this  narrow,  nappy  road. 

Great  tribulation  you  shall  meet, 
But  soon  you'll  walk  the  golden  street, 
Tho'  hell  may  rage  and  vent  her  spite, 
Yet  Christ  Afill  save  his  heart's  delight. 

The  happy  day  will  soon  appear, 
When  Gabriel's  trumpet  you  shall  hear, 
Sound  thro'  the  earth,  yea,  down  to  hell, 
To  call  the  nations  great  and  small. 

Behold  the  skies  in  burning  flame, 

The  trumpet  louder  still  proclaim, 

The  world  must  hear  and  know  their  doom, 

The  separation  now  is  come. 

Behold  the  righteous,  marching  home, 
And  all  the  angels  bid  them  come, 
Whilst  Christ,  the  Judge,  their  joy  proclaims, 
Here  some  my  saints,  I  own  their  names. 

Ye  everlasting  doors  fly  wide, 
Make  ready  to  receive  my  bride  ; 
Ye  harps  of  heaven,  come  sound  aloud, 
Here  comes  the  purchase  of  my  blood, 

A 


9r 

In  grandeur  see  the  royal  lines, 

Whose  glittering  robes  the  sun  outshines  ,* 

See  saints  and  angels  join  in  one, 

And  march  in  splendor  round  the  throne. 

They  stand  in  wonder  and  look  on, 
And  join  in  one  eternal  song, 
Their  great  Redeemer  to  admire, 
While  rapture  sets  their  hearts  on  fire. 


HYMN.    P.  M. 

TJie  Dying  Christian. 

MY  soul  is  full  of  glory, 

Inspiring  my  tongue, 
Could  I  meet  with  angels, 

I  would  sing  them  a  song  : 
I  would  sing  of  my  Jesus 

And  tell  of  his  charms, 
And  beg  them  to  bear  me 

To  his  loving  arms. 

Methinks  they're  descending 
To  hear  while  I  sing, 

Well  pleas'd  to  hear  mortals 
Praising  their  king ; 

0  angels  !   O  angels  ! 
My  soul's  in  a  flame, 

1  faint  in  sweet  raptures 

At  Jesus'  name. 

F   4 

\ 


98 
\ 

O  Jesus  I  O  Jesus  ! 

Thou  balm  of  my  soul, 
'Twas  thou,  my  dear  Jesus, 

That  made  my  heart  whole 
O  bring  me  to  view  thee, 

Thou  precious  sweet  king, 
In  oceans  of  glory 

Thy  praises  to  sing. 

O  heaven  !  sweet  heaven, 

I  long  to  be  there, 
To  meet  all  my  brethren 

And  Jesus  my  dear  : 
Come  angels,  come  angels, 

I'm  ready  to  fly. 
Come  quickly  convey  me 

To  God  in  the  sky. 

Sweet  spirit  attend  me 

Till  Jesus  shall  come, 
Protect  and  defend  me 

Till  I  am  caK'd  home  ; 
Though  worms  my  poor  body 

May  claim  as  their  prey, 
Twill  outshine  when  rising 

The  sun  at  noon  day. 

The  sun  shall  be  darken'd, 

The  moon  turn'd  to  blood. 
The  mountains  all  melt 

At  the  presence  of  God  ; 
Red  lightnings  may  flash, 

Loud  thunders  may  roar, 
Yll  this  <  anno!  daunt  me 

On  Canaan's  blest  shore. 


101 

Again  d&  Sinai's  thumlers  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast  un wieldly  load  : 
Alas  !  I  read  and  found  it  plain, 
The  sinner  must  he  born  again, 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell, 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell, 

tAnd  broke  the  fowler's  snare  ; 
Ail  when  1  found  this  truth  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

"While  thus  my  soul  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Naz'reth  pass'd  that  way, 

I  felt  his  pity  move  ; 
The  sinner  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  agaiu, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

To  heav'n  the  joyful  tidings  flew, 
The  angels  tun'd  their  harps  anew  ; 

And  loftier  sounds  did  raise  : 
Ail  hail  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain;. 
Unnumher'd  millions  born  again, 

Shall  shout  thine  endless  praise. 


HYMN. 

On  a  storm  of  thunder ;  when  two  trees  ivere 
struck  with  lightning  not  far  from  where  I  sat. 

iSEE,  see  what  heavy  clouds  arise, 
And  veiling  the  refulgent  skies, 
They  spread  a  midnight  shade  ! 


J       102 

Like  angry  bulls  with  rapid  force, 
Spread  o'er  the  hills  with  mutt'ring  voicfc, 
Doth  all  our  tents  invade. 

Impetuous  streams  their  floods  disperse 
The  meads,  and  vallies  soon  immerse 

In  the  o'erspreading  flood  ; 
Tempestuous  blasts  their  strength  engage^ 
Augmenting  the  rapacious  rage, 

Spread  awful  scenes  abroad. 

Hark  !  hark  !  what  thunders  rend  the  sky, 
While  sheets  of  liquid  nitre  fly, 

And  burn  the  sulph'rous  air  ! 
Beneath  me  shakes  the  solid  ground  ; 
An  awful  bell'wing  all  around, 

While  clouds  in  flames  appear. 

What  threat'ning'  dangers  now  resound, 
And  gaping  graves  spread  all  around, 

To  seize  a  helpless  worm. 
What  scenes  of  night,  and  arms  of  death, 
Pursues  me  now  at  every  breath 

Amidst  this  fiery  storm  ! 

A  blazing  bolt  now  rolls  with  strife. 
Ana  points  to  my  unguarded  life, 

From  which  1  cannot  flee  : 
But  heav'ns  almighty  arm  of  care 
Now  bids  the  threat'nins;  bolt  forbear, 

And  strike  some  neighboring  tree. 

The  rugged  elm  now  feels  the  stroke  ; 
A  stately  trunk  in  shivers  broke, 
While  I  s  ecurely  stand  ; 


103 

O  may  the  scene  effectual  prove, 
To  fill  my  soul  with  thanks  and  love, 
To  God's  indulgent  hand  ! 


HYMN. 

The  conduct  of  most  sailors. 

WHILE  sailors  blest  with  wind  and  tide, 
Do  safely  o'er  the  ocean  ride, 

Cheerful  they  spend  their  hours  in  mirth  ,* 
But  when  the  raging  tempests  blow, 
And  yawning  graves  invade  below, 

They  tremble  on  the  verge  of  death. 

Then  to  their  knees  the  wretches  fly 
To  seek  a  friend  ;  they  mourn  and  cry, 

Confess  their  sins,  and  help  implore  ; 
And  while  distressed  to  heav'n  they  vow 
If  God  will  help,  and  save  them  now,         / 

They'll  tread  their  sinful  ways  no  mor 

But  when  he  si  ills  the  foaming  main, 
And  calms  the  furious  winds  again, 

Soon  they  forget  the  vows  they  made; 
"  Come  on,  they  say,  ye  merry  souls, 
"  TVe'll  drown  our  grief  with  merry  bojvls, 

"  Good  luck  has  all  our  fears  allaiffifr' 

O  poor  returns  for  grace  so  great 
To  wretches  on  the  brink  of  fate  ! 
Good  Lord  forgive  the  unhappy  crflv  ; 


&mi\j  they  sow  by  grace  reform^ 
Before  the  great  and  dreadful  storm? 
Prove  their  eternal  overthrow. 


HYMN. 


Acknowledging  the  goodness  of  &od  inafes& 
salvation. 

IMMORTAL  honors  to  the  King, 
Who  did  a  free  salvation  bring  I 

Let  the  whole  world  receive  his  graee  j 
Immortal  crowns  are  freely  given  ; 
The  joys  of  heav'n,  the  joys  of  heav'ti 

Are  free  for  all  the  fallen  race. 

Let  all  the  world  salvation  know, 
Eternal  blessings  freely  flow, 

From  the  Redeemer's  dying  love„ 
Freely  he  bore  the  sinner's  weighty 
His  love  so  great,  his  love  so  greats 

To  bring  us  to  the  realms  above. 

All  gfcry  to  his  name  be  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n, 

To  tie  eternal  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Let  antnems  through  the  realms  above* 
Resound  his  love,  resound  his  love, 

In  stratus  divine  that  never  cea.se !; 


105 
HYMN.    L.  M. 

iThe  kingdom  of  God  within* 
T  others  their  salvation  rest 
On  outward  forms,  or  distant  heav'Dj 
I  want  God's  kingdom  in  my  breast, 
And  there  to  feel  my  sins  forgiv'n. 

Some  make  their  boast  of  cancel'd  sin, 
Before  the  worlds  or  they  were  made, 

While  still  they  have  a  hell  within, 
Imagine  God  their  heav'n  decreed. 

While  others  think  some  law  fulfil  I'd 
By  Jesus  when  he  bled  and  died, 

Who  never  knew  salvation  seal'd, 
His  life  or  death  to  them  appfy'd. 

While  others  do  their  souls  destroy, 
Who  wait  for  death  to  find  a  heav'n  ; 

Yet  strangers  to  the  heav'nly  joy, 
Or  the  new  birth,  and  sins  forgiv'n. 

But  I  can  trust  in  no  decree, 
Or  law  fulfilTd  by  Jesus  Christ. 

But  that  which  works  a  birth  in  me, 
And  brings  me  to  the  gospel  feast. 

I  am  by  nature  dead  in  sin, 

My  soul  bound  down  with  heavy  chains 5 
Then  I  must  have  my  Christ  within, 

Or  else  in  death  my  soul  remains. 

V 

I  have  a  hell  within  my  breast, 
For  there  is  all  my  weight  of  sin  : 


106 

Then  Christ  can  give  my  soul  no  rest? 
Unless  he  gives  a  heav'n  within. 

My  Christ  forbids  "  lo  here  or  there, 
"  The  secret  chamber  or  desert/* 

And  then  he  doth  to  me  declare 
God's  kingdom  is  within  the  heart, 

Then  in  my  heart,  O  Jesus  reign, 
With  thy  blest  kingdom  all  divine  ; 

Remove  my  death,  break  ev'ry  chain, 
And  change  my  nature  pure  as  thine. 

Then  shall  I  be  forever  blest, 

From  all  my  sins  and  sorrows  free, 
A  peaceful  kingdom  in  my  breast, 
id  I  forever  one  with  thee. 


T 


HYMN.    P.M. 

A  heavenly  rapture, 

METHINKS  I  feel  a  warm  desire, 
Enliven'd  with  immortal  fire, 

In  this  imprison'd  heart  of  mine; 
And  longs  to  wing  itself  away 
To  realms  of  everlastidg  day, 

To  lofty  themes  and  scenes  divine. 

In  records  of  eternal  fame 
There  is  my  portion,  there  my  name, 
Aad  there  methinks  my  God  1  gee. 


107 

Where  angels  sail  with  lofty  wing, 
And  seraphs  tune  th'  immortal  strings, 
There,  there  my  spirit  longs  to  be. 

Those  bonndless  realms  of  joy  divine, 
Those  saints  and  angels  all  are  mine, 

Jesus  my  Saviour  makes  them  so  ; 
And  soon  he'll  call  me  home  to  rest 
At  his  right  hand  forever  blest, 

With  all  that  saints  or  angels*  know. 

There  I  shall  tread  above  the  stars, 
And  laugh  at  hell's  intestine  jars, 

The  sun  and  moon  beneath  my  feet, 
There  I  shall  tread  the  blissful  shore, 
And  mourn  my  distant  friend  no  more, 

Where  Jesus  reigns  there  is  mv  seat. 

I 

Unbounded  love  will  shine  on  me, 
The  mighty  Fiat  I  shall  see 

Shine  forth  in  his  meridian  blaze  5 
Perfection  in  transparent  light 
Shining  beyond  conception  bright, 

Calls  ev'ry  power  aloft  to  gaze. 

Thus  gazing  with  delight  I  stand, 
Surprising  scenes  on  either  hand, 

To  suck  me  in  their  joyful  tide ; 
The  more  I  see  the  more  I  love, 
My  raptur'd  soul  still  soars  above, 

From  pole  to  pole  in  wonders  glide; 

Thus  burning  in  the  sacred  flame, 
Lost  to  the  state  from  whence  I  came, 

\ 


108 

No  room  to  ask  how,  where,  or  when  j 
The  present  scenes  engage  my  soul, 
And  ev'ry  pow'r  of  thought  eontroul, 

I'm  lost  with  joy  in  God,  Amen. 


HYMN.    L.  M. 

Mtracted  with  the  thoughts  of  the  full  enjoyment 

of  God. 
O  HOW  the  thought  attracts  my  heart, 

That  I  should  once  awake  with  God, 
Clouds  from  my  soul  forever  part, 

And  feast  with  angels  round  his  board  ! 

How  should  I  sail  the  peaceful  shore 

In  seas  of  everlasting  love  I 
With  Jesus  reign  forevermore 

In  those  eternal  realms  above. 

There  scenes  of  endless  pleasures  rise, 
And  soul-transporting  wonders  roll, 

While  Christ  allures  my  wond'ring  eyes, 
And  transports  all  my  active  soul. 

There  with  the  winged  hosts  I'll  soar, 
Inspir'd  with  an  immortal  flame  ! 

My  pow's  increase  forevermore, 
While  gazing  on  the  worthy  Lamb. 


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